Light surely is at the tunnel’s end
It’s difficult to walk until next bend
There is silence after the storm
Like solace following the harm
There is hope at every dawn
By the dusk it’s blurred and gone
There was trust in prayers I said
Truth in the path I chose to tread
Gains for labor were not sent
Many days in search I spent
Holding to faith I so suspend
For light surely is at the tunnel’s end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem