Once I stood there, in the stillness of night,
Enshrouded with darkness; with no hope,
A destitute with despair, marooned; no light,
Closed my eyes, prayed for resplendent rope,
Wretched I was; not empty, hope I hoard,
Hopelessness -a wrath, music without chord,
I never let it go, for me, my only hope- my life,
When day broke, broke my fear; said -rife,
Whole day took new borne leaves, chewed
Foliage; they gave me strength un-stewed,
Then slowly-slowly water found her way,
Once all they gone their way, I got my way,
Wretched must endure, one must keep the sublime
Destitute and enrich. One is fall other is climb
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Although the underlying theme is hopelessness, there is a desire to overcome difficulties.