HOPE
A poem by M.A. Rathore
Never lose hope
You will never know
What the future may bring,
Future waits for you
With a garland and a ring;
No matter whether you suffer hard today
For your desired goal,
Don't let yourself leave
Believe you shall perform it one day.
One by one, you take a step
From the first task walking towards success,
With your mother's support
And a constant practice of talking;
Now it's time to get the fruit of the ripened action,
Sowing, watering, reaping,
And winnowing is at the last stage.
Your mother is waiting for
The day to come off with a fine feast;
All hidden sorrows will end,
So never give up hope.
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