Against all odds, the poet clings to the rope of hope, in this poem by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.
Life is a long tight rope
I swing in hope, from dawn to dusk
against all odds I face
my hope never ceases
I cling on to the rope of hope
I swing sky-high
and back with zest
my rope of hope
is stronger now
I never let it leave me
and no one can
snatch away my hope for sure
as my rope of faith
gets stronger day by day
when I see troubled times
staring at me with cruel eyes !
Sometimes my rope of faith
gets weaker
and I sit quietly on my windowsill
looking at the blue-blue sky
and here I draw hope again
from the blue sky and sparkling stars
which is God’s beautiful creation !
My faith gets stronger n stronger
looking at the beauty of nature
and all His creations !
So why worry, I ask myself
When the rope of faith
makes you stronger !
Visuals from Different Truths
Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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