It flows like a river
Which flood many kinds
It conceives confusion
Though all are always aware
The joy and happiness we has
But the smoke of hardship overwhelm
After that
The beginning of a new Dawn
The sunrises with hope
For a better sight and good vision
For a fresh struggle and hustle
We are all concerns
The time must be our partner
When the year is still an infant
Never lose hope
For hope our intake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful one on hope. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH.