The man moves in the dark;
He can’t see a thing.
He doesn’t know where he is going;
Yet he moves in the dark;
Following the mind that guides him;
Listening to his soul that tells him to move,
Just move.
He hopes there would be light at the next step;
And only hope binds him to his purpose;
Hope that he would get out in to the light;
Hope that he would get rid of his plight;
Hope that he would some day,
Be free from the agonizing darkness,
The killing silence and the choking loneliness that engulfs him;
If at all he loses hope, it’s all over;
He halts never to move,
Never to return back from where he comes.
But if he keeps the flame of faith burning;
If he keeps the fire of hope alit;
He crosses the tunnel and reaches the light,
He surpasses the sorrows,
And reaches the joys ahead.
The man is me,
The dark tunnel is my life;
I have to cross it,
And I can do it;
Only if faith embraces me,
And hope enlightens me.
Swapan
2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mystery of Life, you never know whats coming... great poem swapan