The world seemed to be in chaos
Before it came into existence
My mind too is in such a state
As I am unable to exert my presence
In the world of creativity
I fail in words and expression
To pay tribute to our creators creation
Hence 'am unable to recreate
Is it destiny or fate?
God I seek your grace
Hope you will bless
To en kindle me with a hope to compose
In rhymes could smell a rose
Blossoming on my way
I could keep all worries at bay
And uplift my self with my compositions
My life would turn into celebrations
Even in the mundane
I could perceive you amidst the tumultuous rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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