Despair Versus Hope Poem by Valsa George
Despair Versus Hope
I sit by the window, my eyes
Focused on the darkening sky
Thunder pealing from the clouds,
Wind roaring and growling
Air thickening, mind growing weary,
Thoughts spinning in the head
At an unexpected bend in history, we stay
Growing more and more conscious
Of our own inconsequence
Every step taking us to the perilous edge!
Discern, our life's just a flash of light,
With the brevity of a firefly....
The hangman's whistle resonates in the dark
Making life a tightrope walk over fire
Bewildered by our own helplessness,
Nursing our agony, we stay in quarantine.
Our freedom enclosed within four walls
Knowing not what happens next door
Oh mind, unclasp from the tentacles of gloom
Rave not like a fright stricken maniac
Wince not, cry not, but soar high.
Catch at hope winging away
Hazardous can be the journey, still march on
‘There is light at the end of the tunnel'.
Bewildered by our own helplessness, Nursing our agony, we stay in quarantine. Our freedom enclosed within four walls Knowing not what happens next door......much impressive lines having a vast Outlook. Really life sometimes remains in hope and sometimes in despair. A brilliant poem is amazingly shared.10
The thunder peeling darkening sky has whispered about natural secret and mystery behind rain of truth. We hear the roaring sound as well as we feel the beauty behind. Calm reflection is found in the core of thundered cloud. Hazardous can be the journey with cry and agony but journey still can bear the hope of joy. An amazing poem is naturally and brilliantly penned.
Hazardous can be the journey, still march on ‘There is light at the end of the tunnel'. Great confidence. So shall it be to a patient optimist. Let us hope LOKA SAMASTHA SUKHINO BHAVANTHU
Dear Valsa hello, it is very deep and precise masterpiece of work, shedding light on the hard human time, with right guidance, it is true we can't control our entire destiny, but at least we can choose the right path, thank you for using this strong poetic language 10+ and onto my fav list
Magnificent, Valsa. This reminds me that perhaps there is no hope without horror. When all is well we seem to feel that all is under our control The reality is, those may be the times the world opts to merely ignore us. A brilliant verse. Perfect 10.
A well composed poem.. Simply magnificent.....10+++++
" " " " " " There is light at the end of the tunnel" " '" " '- and at last, yes this day ends with the dark night and the night ends with the brightest dawn hope is there in the young imaginative mind but it becomes despair in young lazy blind it's true to us all- still the SUN is the true eternal source of light for this universe
Oh mind, unclasp from the tentacles of gloom Rave not like a fright stricken maniac Wince not, cry not, but soar high. Catch at hope winging away Hazardous can be the journey, still march on ‘There is light at the end of the tunnel'.- - A great poem with hope and light!
Great piece. There is always a hope ahead. After darkness light is sure to come. Just have patience. Nicely crafted to make interesting reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Oh mind, unclasp from the tentacles of gloom Rave not like a fright stricken maniac Wince not, cry not, but soar high. Catch at hope winging away Hazardous can be the journey, still march on ‘There is light at the end of the tunnel'.