Hope Poem by Nebu P Joseph

Mighty or trivial; pure or mixt; divine or fiend,
Name it all as you like.
Desires; the heart of man, talks ever and ever.
The voyage on its ferry,
Only darkness far and beyond what he could see.
Despair and sick becomes he.
Alas! That is dejection; the original sin.
If what he sees, a glistening light,
Reviving his soul and strengthening his arms,
Sails he long in the nightfall though.
Love and love alone; That is hope;
The panacea for life; the salvation!