When I said, ‘I hope, '
I really didn't harbour any
But still I went hop, hop,
Hope, hope,
To find water
For my parched throat.
And when I couldn't find any
I cried croak, croak,
Croak, croak,
Like a hoarse frog
In agony
And yet in victory
Of my doomed prophecy!
The very truth of life spelt out here with great metaphor..........great piece of work with wonderful words and insights.......10
Interesting read! Even when there is no hope, to plunge into action not losing hope is what is expected of man! Enjoyed the poem with onomatopoeic sounds!
Hopes are the precursors of action and carriers of goodwill. The words and the water narrative lend interesting metaphors to the poem. Thanks for sharing.
A thoughtful poem, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite Interesting write with onomatopoeic sounds. Beautiful presentation...Loved reading it.