I have traveled so far across the burning desert,
frying part of myself under heated golden daylight,
no breath of life's was visible,
only rocks, pebbles and singuaro,
covered miles and miles of distance,
in a kernel of hope for drop of water,
journyed trierdless but hope never killed stamina,
the weight of body that is to be carried in thrust,
gets balanced out by the load of hope,
it is the one that makes me restless, sleepless and prepare for tomorrow's journey,
it assures mind for morrows existence,
if it dies, will not see for next,
get restricted in the present,
so, no matter what road and climate,
the mind of hope plays a role to proceed or not to......