Have you thought
Of the one
who cuts onions?
two slice or one
Will Make tears go on
Flooding from his eyes
as if from the ocean.
Blending through the pain
Stirring a burning smell
As if to cause blindness.
Or the one who cooks
On a three-stone fireplace?
Her eyes filled with thick smoke
From the burning firewood
But she persisted.
She is a cloud of burning hays
Even though she does not smoke.
But that doesn't come her ways
Cause she is determined
To provide for her folk.
For how many times
Have you thought of Quitting
cause you are loosing
Hope at all efforts and climbs?
Like that onion's guy
Who no longer wants to cry.
Be as determined as the cooking lady,
As hopeful as the cutting guy
when his tearing eyes
Recklessly imagined
the delicious Reward,
His hands drifted again to the slender
handle of the cutting knife.
For eyes of hope
do not slumber
when they are set
to picture success
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