Hope is like a cloud
It covers the skies loud!
With brightness white
And makes man lips tight
As he works double bent
To make hay in “Sun shine” sent!
Clouds sometimes inopportune rains non stop
Perhaps washing away remotest of hope
Making him feel desolate
And rundown of late…….
Making feet’s drag
And work log lag!
Hope like a cloud
Covers his vision
To make him focused
And work tireless as if cursed
To unveil the fruits of labour
Toil till the eleventh hour
Hope is the perpetual rope
He clings to with his might in its lope
Swinging himself all the way through life
And stewards himself through strife
Perhaps it rains blessings on him
And assures him it is no sin!
I can only say its lovely to read this poem... I can remember Emily Dickinson... Beautiful indeed... Regards, Kamran
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope is the raft we hold on to, to ride the waves of life.