Failure makes no difference,
Flair begs of no reference,
God bestows genuine preference,
If there is hope.
A beggar with no bread and butter,
The flame of his life does flutter,
To God, no grumble he does utter,
If there is hope.
An old man all his age distressed,
Secluded, faded and suppressed,
Cries not but raises his head,
If there is hope.
Hope is life's creed,
On a barren land like a germinated seed
Works well when we are in need,
I know, there is hope.
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