Whenever troubles come on,
People around you may just look on,
With no one coming near you to lean on,
Yet you have nothing to bank your escape on,
Just hang on!
All your friends may even leave you alone,
Your family may also abandon you to groan,
When the troubles ceaselessly make you to moan,
You may even be soaked with blood from your loin,
Just hang on!
Though alone, it seems you are in thought,
When all helps slowed to a feeble trot,
Yet you are stuck to the mess the troubles brought,
But waver not, even when the sorrow is boiling hot.
Just hang on!
Even the battle you are in may be fierce hot,
That you are afraid of an impending gun shot,
And your wound pains had silenced your shouts,
Never give up! God is there to heal your hurt.
Just hang on!
Remember, that no matter how hot the troubles rage on,
You should know that the almighty is there to cheer you on,
So, the victory is surely yours if you can fight a bit longer on,
At the end, it is on your face the victory smiles will be displayed on.
Just hang on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem