Two pieces of bread and a <br />glass of water, <br />i think that enough to quench my <br />hunger, and in this winter, <br />i may have nothing more than <br />this, if i believe, <br />the road is clear and the <br />mountains, the misty mountains <br />just above that road are not steep <br />and dark, <br />if i believe that the snow that <br />covers my path with its tinged <br />fragrance, is no more devil, <br />that's enough, that's enough- <br />to keep me walking, <br />If i believe, this winter, <br />this dusky shadow of the <br />moonlight, will soon disappear, <br />the spring, of course, will come <br />with the shiny sunlight, <br />If i believe that in those cliffs <br />my dream awaits me and doesn't <br />let me sleep even for a second, <br />throughout my journey, <br />no matter how storm there might <br />be- <br />i will climb and i will fall off, <br />i will start again, but- <br />i will reach there- to kiss the <br />sun, <br />and smile and cry and breath the <br />very pleasure of my victory, <br />if i believe....<br /><br />Piyush Dey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-believe-3/
