I won’t let you fancy my loss

Hope being the impulse of my day,

I let my dreams, pursue for success

I may appear as if I am in struggle

Yet, I won’t let you fancy my loss

Sailing in the drowning dark ship 

I placed hope as the light of my jaunt

Though, weakness being the routine

I determined to stand grand and tall

At the verge of me losing my hope

I made up my mind to smile

Effacing my bid to shed tears

I nailed smile as the norm of my lips

 Choosing hope as the first thought 

I altered my fate from death to life

Whilst, death the instance of the day 

I shifted its curse with life, the boon

Having hope as the gift of the day,

I kept my dreams rear and result

Hope being the impulse of my day,

I let my dreams, pursue for success

Though I appear as if in struggle

I won’t let you fancy my loss