I jumped a foot high
but did not like
what caught my eye.
There were two poles
a thick rope tied,
an uncanny beat being played
by a skinny man on the left side.

I jumped again,
this time I looked right
and sunk low by the sight
A pretty young girl
tying her hope tight,
getting ready to walk
on that thick rope.

Now I needed no jumping
the act was already up high
as the crowd let out a sigh
as the girl did all balancing.

The bread hard earned,
life is always on the edge
silently I have learned
deep inside we might all be
just on the same page.

Hope is the rope that ties one to the dreams ,
Each day a different tune rings ,
Hold on tightly to the strings ,
Await patiently for the good fortunes the future brings .

Hope is the rope that ties one to the dreams ,
Life is a rollercoaster ride the world screams ,
Joy and sorrow are two parallel streams .

Hope is the rope that ties one to the dreams ,
Even when dark clouds beam
Let hopeful passion and compassion be your team ,
Undoubtedly life will gleam .
For hope is the rope that ties one to the dreams .

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar