Hope May Fail Poem by Neelamani Sutar

I'll wipe away your tears with my hand,
I'll tear down the cotton hill edifice,
floating like a piece of iron,
I'll stand your barren life facing the sun,
my hope may fail -rob you.
The Moon's soft green, bright inexhaustible, imperishable.
I'll bury the pole, I will light the lamp with my own hands,
hope may fail -
In the crowd of hundreds,
I'll spread the light by the hand full.

I'll swing the bark with the waves, I'll make the flowers bloom in the brightness of the stars.
I'll spread fragrance in the fragrant world.