Harked back to
the rich days of yore,
unyieldingly stoked
the fire of hope
to kindle the belief
that this hiatus is
just an interlude
to a return to glory.
Reined in the penchant
to hurtle to the valley
of hopelessness,
as this hiatus drained
and hampered that
seemingly inexorable
march to sustained joy.
Now heaving a sigh
of relief as the hiatus
is slowly merging
into togetherness,
with the fear of more
hiatuses dangling above.
But for now salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem