While wandering through the
mangroves in the lagoon
I stretched out my hands
in the open air
when the torrential rain
beat the high heads of
those proud oppressors low.
I felt at that very moment
as if I descended
to the nether depth
the deep ocean-floor
where colors of spectrum
change every moment,
ultimately I reached
the valley of hope.
I have seen war-ravaged lands
where even the sunrise birds
keep quiet
forgotten to sing the sweet note
where the brooks, mountain streams,
rivulets and rivers
dried up in their
sandy and rocky beds,
and everywhere only
the cruel silence pervades.
Still there is a flicker of hope
for the dawn of a New World.
In the backdrop of Afgan crisis rocking the world, let us pray and hope that sanity prevails on those pursuing violence and killing innocent people and peace come back to the country ravaged by war and terrorism.
It is such a beautiful poem of HOPE.Let me quote -'where the brooks, mountain streams, rivulets and rivers dried up in their sandy and rocky beds, and everywhere only the cruel silence pervades. Still there is a flicker of hope for the dawn of a New World.'
One stops living when all hope is lost. An insightful piece of poetry, nicely brought forth in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid a vibrant composition; and poetic expression at its best. A great poem!
Thank you Madam Poetess Mihaela for your kind comment.