India, Oct. 15 -- When you're hopeless you feel you die, But when you're hopeful you learn to rise. Hope is like the golden rope, Which helps you come out from the dark hole. It's a song written by the olds, Telling you the secrets of the hope. Hope tells your trust in your own, Hope teaches you faith in god. Like the old and sick farmer, who's ploughing his barren farm. Even when his hands are full of scars, and mind clouded by the dark. There's still a light of hope, That he might grow a nice crop. He just need to carry on his hard work, And leave the rest on the will of God...