The whole town
hit with dreadful waves
sheding tear
on the streets,
desperately lost
the sheet anchor
kids apart from
family
nothing left
to rely on
all are fled.
A pair of hands
indifferent
trying to drain the
the ocean of tear
rushed into the
boat already drowned
to recover
last ray still gliming
bright.
As if nothing is lost.
Hope is all we sometimes have. It keeps us going. Expressed beautifully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope is is a wonderful thing. Even in the worst cases, hope is what keeps one going. Having faith, having hope, keep on trying: life is not easy, but these are the things that make it nice. Excellent poem!