Of Hope Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Of Hope

Hope is not what I thought,
Hope is love for the young.

Hope is dart for bikers,
And RVs and campers.

Wrong was first encounter,
Like man who discovered:
"Residents of village
Are blind! All of them! "

Had mission to research,
Met three on his way,
Blind men, so, returned:
"Residents of village
Are blind! All of them! "

I questioned a couple,
A woman and husband,
From Hope, complained.

Hope stands by river,
Riverside has jungles,
Plenty are mountains,
And art of woodcarvers.