Hope Is A Bird Wordless That Sings - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Come season’s rains in dusty countryside,
Where rain waters find no path ere,
And hope comes like a pathway to guide,
Helping, hinting how and where.
In hope do people walk long miles
In wooded unknown ere hope smiles,
And a way slowly appears—
A thicket clears and a path haply veers.
Hope, like a distant bird on wings,
Seems to come from nowhere to call,
Singing wordless songs of springs:
Worry not, far off still is fall.
In hope does man cast life’s every wish,
Who born was with, a begging bawl alive,
A poor fisherman hoping to catch fish,
In hope somehow he shall arrive.
Those me seem that in fear hope not,
Tie their mind in tight ropes,
And may find no hopeful thought
Founting from the yon of all hopes.
Hope is another name for life,
It’s hope that life survives all strife.
- Musings | 02.02.11 |
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