Idea caressed me like a breeze,
that there should be a music of hope,
if there is one for happiness and one for sorrow.
And, it will be one of the exquisite voices in the whole world.....
Thinking about that music makes me happy,
so it's sure that, hearing it in real, will be heavenly.
As I have seen, a ray of hope in the eyes of a young Jewish girl,
I wonder hope does have a sound and it's not melancholy.
Like the warmth of rising sun, like the evening breeze,
the music of hope too seems exquisite.
Ohhh, I wish, I be immersed in that ray of hope,
so that I can hear that heavenly music...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned with conviction. Wherever there is no hope, life becomes a painstaking deplorable struggle for survival. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.