veeraiyah subbulakshmi - Hope..

Give me the thread, thin and long,
I want to play with the kites, fun and strong,
Kites of hope can fly a few furlongs,
Touching the victorious clouds along,
The branches of confused tree may prolong,
The determined kites will travel through all oblong,
crossing the obstacles may make it weak,
The drops of rain may soak it, the beating wind,
May tear it, but will of it still in it,
The kites are flying, trusting the hands,
Those hold the thread and just guide them to swing.
Up in the sky, nearer to the blissful sunshine,
Every night evades the dark to be in radiance.
Every hope evades all despair to be the champion.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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