Hope Is Life
Life is like a vessel without a sail.
Neither a compass nor a harbor to anchor
Just a voyage
Without hope.
Life is like a kite.
Broken from its string
Moving aimlessly
in all directions with the wind
Without hope.
Life is a pen with nothing to write.
And a blank book, with nothing to read.
Without hope.
He who embarks on the vessel of life.
Holding in his hand the compass of ego and hope,
Will reach the harbor of his goal
And will wind up his voyage.
It’s he who flies the kite
With a strong string of hope
Will move in the direction he wants.
It’s he who will write
With the pen of hope
In the book of life
Will leave something for us to read.
Poetry by Tiny Sahabandu.
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