The hymn of Hope...
Through all the drought that I lived my life…
Here comes the thought that makes me thrive…
Through all the interminable sagas of life
I yearn for the ray of hope to strife!
I was hit back hard and had to cramp thru the troughs
Against the tides of time, my hands lay tied with cuffs…
Yet I struggled through the surge of pain…
Forbidding myself to see me lain…
Here comes the sanguine ray
And here I begin to cement a pave
I sing a song that perches into my soul…
For this happens to be the hymn of hope…
Here comes the thought that makes me thrive…
Through all the interminable sagas of life
I yearn for the ray of hope to strife!
I was hit back hard and had to cramp thru the troughs
Against the tides of time, my hands lay tied with cuffs…
Yet I struggled through the surge of pain…
Forbidding myself to see me lain…
Here comes the sanguine ray
And here I begin to cement a pave
I sing a song that perches into my soul…
For this happens to be the hymn of hope…
posted by Smita Khanzode at 4:42 AM
1 Comments:
Smita...wat a poem!
You know wat ..sometimes in life situations become unmanageable . Everything seems a mess .But what can manage such situations is ur attitude.If you want to neutralize negative then be postive ...
Kisi bade writer ne bhi to kaha hai (hope you remember hehehehehe) "hope is the master key of all locks so when all doors are closed then try to open it with it ".
So from a writer u have become a poet ..hmmm ..but very nice thoughts and penned very beautifully .Wish you best of luck!
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