As I crossed the crowded street today
I thought maybe you would come my way
I felt a spark engulfing my inner being
That reminded me of stories
I used to keep on reading.
The dark room with no one beside
Whispered ample tales of bad aside
I held on to my pillow as the last resort
Imagining that to be my loyal consort.
I waited for the dawn to show up soon
And remain with me till late afternoon
But the sun used to set without my consent
I tried to plead but it would not relent.
The scary wind and the deadly thoughts
Mortified me in midst of patchy knots
The more I tried to break free
I got entwined in a treacherous spree
Prayers healed my mind at last
I met someone like you kind and steadfast
You held my failing hands tight
Assuring me that all was right.
I missed these hands for so many years
Men like you are so very scarce
Thank God you came back again
And retraced my hitherto wayward steps
In the right lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poet has enlightened her readers about the presence of God in this corrupt world...very nice poem..