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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
