Strength Of Hope Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

It's dark cloud, storms and rain
For long there's no sun
I can't take it anymore the pain
Being alive is no fun.
It's maddening the lightning pace
The endless burning in fire
I can't take it anymore the stress
From life I've nothing to aspire.
It's a grim bloodied and lost war
I would rather not fight
I'm left alone in the darkest corner
Where reigns an endless night.
But if I stop a minute, look up to the sky
Where the clouds are clearing, the sun is out,
Surely would my spirit soar to a high
There's so much to live for without a doubt.
A little pause I must from the mad race
And make the journey at my own pace
Then I would find all the strength to cope
And win over despair with the strength of hope.