A Longing for Hope — by Aman Gupta

In the middle of the night, my heart begins
to say,
Why do you treat me with such distance
every day?
I wish to take your coldness and gently
make it fade,
Yet even coming close to me seems a step
you’re afraid to make.
You strike my soul with sorrows in such a
ruthless way,
Not even choosing friendship’s path where
we could stay.
I wish you’d start a journey new, a brighter,
kinder part,
Reach your hand out toward mine, and
walk beside my heart.