A Futile Hope Poem by K. V. Venkataramana
A Futile Hope
Sometimes, I wish that
Life should come to a grinding halt,
But it hardly does;
For the wheel of life
Keeps moving,
With its momentum,
Derived from its previous birth.
No power on earth can stop it,
Nor accelerate its speed;
And the wheel of life
Moves on and on,
Riding roughshod over my will.
Venkat, this is very nise...'No power on earth can stop it, Nor accelerate its speed; ' _ That is 'hasten slowly'... Tsira
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4/24/2024 5:56:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Keeps moving, With its momentum, .... it never stops only hope keeps us alive.... bautiful write...10 read mine hopes and hope...... comment too