it may be attention, <br />or tired gesture, <br />to swim in swamped tragedies, <br />rather an unfaith, <br />or divided mindful, <br />ravel in stubbornness, <br />even in understanding, <br />troubled from inner, <br />but the mountains of, <br />success are never under feet, <br />The tolerance is last to suffer, <br />eyes wait for changes, <br />from dark to dawn, <br />and hopes, <br />are harvested fates. <br />that breaths in heavens.<br /><br />Rafique Farooqi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopeful-12/
