Poem: Hope

Hope

I have started my journey
to the farthest end of the Earth
there I shall build a small house
with no roof and no floor
I shall be sitting there in the room
tongue tied, eyes on the sky
thinking of things around
imagining, hallucination and visualizing
hoping for the best to happen
daydreaming about my salvation
wishing for the end of the world
praying for the Day of Judgement
when the God will Himself arrive
and before whom all the dead will rise
and who will talk to each one of us
making us know of our follies and faults
That shall be the day
which I shall soon be witnessing
from the very hut I have built
all by myself.