Hope Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan
Hope
Built a house of mine
With my tears and blood
For a man to emerge:
Sang a song of mine
With flute made of my flesh and bones
For a man to listen:
The sun came only to burn
The man came only to loot my house
And tear my song.
Yet, I, as the chanter of pains and joys
Believe, firmly believe
That the sun has rays to shine
That the man has heart to share
For me and those yet to be born.
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4/24/2024 9:09:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem. Nice sentiments. Well crafted.10 kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.