979. Hope Is My Only Hold Poem by Raman Savithiri

If a gurgling baby grows as a world’s greatest orator,
If a girl with spinal cord trains herself as a non-spinal gymnastic,
If a dirty pond could be filled with lovely crimson lotuses,
If an ugly caterpillar transforms into a beautiful butterfly,

Hope is there for me too;
I’ll become your beloved child!
Hope is there for me too;
One day you will bedeck my revolting heart!

Hope is there for me too;
Your sweet name will capture my whole mind!
Hope is there for me too;
Some day my little self will dissolve in Your Love.

Hope is my only hold.