With Real Trust Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Little trust

What can you find in debris?
When it contains only ashes
Ashes of no hope
And total failure or stop

So never sit down
And make it known
That you are failure
And not at all sure

Look back only when necessary
But not when you are tired or feel weary
See that you have time to assess
And capacity to face

Look at stars
Hanging so far
But what do they deliver?
To the real lovers

I am sure
For future
With so much for us
If retain little trust