Hopeful

Hopeful

With my hands cold

I plant a sapling in a pot

And wait for sunshine

But a heavy cloud

Rising from the hearts

Of desperate people

Wandering from nowhere

To nowhere.

Still I wait for sunshine

Rising from a horizon

Far, faraway

And I have hope.

Published by Mehri Yalfani

I am an Iranian-born novelist, poet and short story writer who writes both in Persian and English. View all posts by Mehri Yalfani