[43] Hope, Bhisma Upreti, Translation by Poet

Night shall end again
at the spark of daylight.
Sitting on the wings of birds
our dreams will fly far away.
Children will wake up, sing, and play.
The river of life will flow in rhythm
and sweep away the foul odor of anarchy.

Night shall end again
at the spark of delight.

©Reprinted from What if the Sky Falls? Bhisma Upreti, [Grey Sparrow Press|St. Paul,]
2015