Nights better than days of delight
Countless stars to pour him light
Yet he prefers to muse in silence
With his hope, that still is alive
Alone is he with an empty heart
Pottering an image thought by thought
Time there, but stagnant for him
Searching and searching the image within
At a window he stares on rainy nights
Perhaps someone among that crowd
Seasons bid adieu but he kept sitting
For that tomorrow; beautiful like spring
To sustain a smile on frozen lips
Finally silence itself whispered to heavens
The long lasting wish and unvoiced sighs
His faith has won against countless lies
A flash of light bestowed from skies
Revealed that face in his moist eyes
Made even the caged Bird to sing
That his belief was right
No more tomorrow, shall he wait
Nights have won that days don't gave
No need to recite, no need to cry
Plant a seed of belief that no longer will die
To rain r draught; he paid no heed
His tears were enough to water the seed
Was it a dream or a sleepless night
To him hope & hope means life
a beautifully written poem of a life with hope? ..........well penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More power to ur pen... A Flash of Hope whispers