The Hinges.

   The Hinges.
Hopes are the hinges of life,
Affording mobility
For a lift from the fall.
As access to holding hands
Of elders, for the young,
As supporting young pillars,
Backing up the old and the invalid,
Hopes as hinges become shoulders
Bearing others hands, firm,
But free from a fall of self esteem.
It is not like stickers joining
The end to end or side to side.
Removing identities of others.
It is not like partial paralysis,
Not letting one side work.
Hopes as hinges keep abreast,
Each one's position intact,
With a mutually belonging bonhomie.
Hopes never kill one for the other,
But make each one live for the other,
As hinges harboring, secured inlets.
Infusing a meaningful mobility,
With a strengthening hold, is meatier than.
Pressing as stickers and taking away,
The vital independence of the other.
                              P.Chandrasekaran.