Hope

Feel me in the eastern part of the world
Where the sun has hacked the light
And sprays it upon the western sky
Feel me in the burning hut
Where thirst has broken the hearts
And you will find hope
A rare item at all
Feel my dusty face and torn clothes
Feel my ignorance of self being
Feel my thirst for love and joy
Ask the waters of the Indian Ocean
And it will say at once
"Hope", hope has not been there
For hundreds of years
The Indian Ocean has not seen
The hope of life and self being

Abdul Sattar