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Desperate Hope
Placed First in:
This or That Vol 22 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Desperate Hope
Let`s muse on one at prime of life
Forced to resign from sole duty
In the course of his daily strife
Not due to incompetency
But just to make way for somebody
Close friend of the authority
In the wake of change of power
At peak of the stately tower.
Forced to linger in the wombs of despair
With helm of family to steer
Children`s higher schooling to bear
Clouds of stress spreading on his health to fear
It was like climbing hoary hills
Treading along wide thorny fields
Drowning in the tempest of life
With wild woeful winds tearing him alive.
Dipped in a well of sad sorrows
Just far away was tomorrow,
Life for him was a dead rattle
And living a daily battle;
His spirit had dipped to low ebb
Dull thoughts kept churning round his head
Dark clouds then veiled the sky up high
And all reasons dawned for a sigh
Stealthily stabbed on his thin back
Silently he had to bear the pains
Shelving them secretly aback
Not showing openly his strains
But entrusting them to the Lord
To the best he could then afford
For Him to preserve them on board
And inscribe them in His own record.
Yet though all the storms of his life
He held the flag of desperate hope high
Kept his trust in the Lord ever alive
Shining like a dazzling flame in the sky
Awaiting a divine superior force
Just to steer his life on the rightful course
And that guided him to the sublime goal
Of liaising with the depth of his soul.
In time the Lord`s wind seemed to blow
In ears of the authorities
And mindful messages did flow
On his deepest integrity
On his truest sincerity
Bright sparks of his capacity
True gems of his ability
And blaze of his efficiency.
As a sign of recognition
Of his mark of proficiency
He was offered the position
Of some responsibility
In a public corporation,
Soon to signed as adviser
Instead of head of ministry
By government as employer.
Desperate hope so far cherished
Foundered on the rock of despair
As back to normalcy relished
Was viewed by some as a scare;
Still hope in the Lord he nourished
As his goal he could relinquish
By respecting God`s divine will
With the glares of a shining trill.
Desperate hope in the divinity
Is like sparks of effulgent light
Gushing out from the sublime Trinity
That keeps the spirit ever bright
Spurs man to rise if he does fall
Maintains the soul brimming so tall
And does serve as a sublime prop
When life to a low ebb has dropped;
Indeed, all happens with His will: *
The drop of a leaf with a frill
The ebb and flow of mighty waves
In depth of gigantic oceans
Are all but His obliging slaves
Like sunrise on the horizon
Like gentle rains that greet the earth
For nature to give its true worth.
*In verse10.8 Bhagavad Gita as It Is, Lord Krishna says to Arjuna on the battlefield of Kurukshestra:
“I am the source of all spiritual and material worlds. Everything emanates from me”
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Krishnanand Guptar
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