Hope
We have to cross a thousand miles over the hot sand
In the hope of getting solid land
The path is muddy and zigzag way
We have to cross mountain, ocean and bay.
Some blessed hope may come in life
Midst of gloominess sun rays are still rife
Warriors are still ready for waging war
They do not care any hindrance or bar
Cloud will fall in the form of rain
Sun will shine in the sky again
The long and weary night will come to an end
Sun will peep in the horizon - it is the trend.
Nice poem with a very good description of nature with excellent rhymes. I like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A ttaboy now didn't you enjoy the discipline of seeking good rhymes? fine job a 10