The hill of hope <br />Breaks into storm <br />Celebrating despair <br />On the broken glass <br /> <br />With the poisonous tune <br />And music of sorrow <br />On the uneven floor <br />A naked dance of life <br /> <br /> <br />The bowl of dream <br />Fed on the dead bodies <br />Failure tells the wind <br />Perhaps in this way <br />No one will come <br /> <br />With the bucket of red wishes <br />I sit on the broken bank <br />And wait for the star <br />But destiny tells the river <br /> Perhaps in this firmament <br />It will never rise.<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-star-32/
