When silence is transformed into a scream,
the dark phases of life can be seen,
when the mind turns blind,
and nothing can be figured out,
even divine blessings sound incapable,
the ray of hope is what we can b'lieve in.
When dead feelings overtake mind,
a surrounding depression around us,
the heart's happy but still sad,
a solitary being is all we become,
even heartfelt wishes become worthless,
the ray of hope is what we can b'lieve in.
When everyone turn off their faces,
and we are left with nothing else behind,
money, power, no way remains with us,
instead of vast darkness in our hearts,
even prayers turn useless,
the ray of hope is what we can b'lieve in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unlike your other poems, priyanka; a pathetic one...... point is; from where or who sends that Ray of Hope to which we humans cling in the phase of desperation....? ? ?