God is in heaven and all is well on earth -
thus spake the poet.
Is it in sync
with what you think about hope?
A child clutches at her mother's breast,
drowning in swirling current.
Is that in sync
with how you perceive hope?
Robust or facile,
hope is a lifeline one clings to,
even when being snapped
or receding like a mirage in the desert.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inspirational write. Thanks for sharing.