Hope — A short poem

Once upon a time he climbed even the tallest hill

It was a roaring evidence of his strong will

But as time passed by, his life became still

And soon, he discovered, he is seriously ill.

But he won’t give up hope

For he think he can still cope

He stared cycling again

Just to show, to himself, he still can

He forgot he was ill

He started climbing that hill

He started to LIVE every moment, Became Grateful for his each breath,

He chose to fight and live, it is better to act then to wait for Death

He says, there is no hill, which can’t submit to my will.

Truth is, there is no problem we can not Cope

Until we have, hidden in our hearts, HOPE!