Daily miss
Everything you lack
Still you stake
For the position
Amidst confusion
You failed to show
Where you intend to go
And what is your goal
You simply gave call
God is not meant for this?
You pray daily and miss
Ask for magic stick to remove
All ills and give chance to prove?
Sometimes, we as poet, misguide
Present views to coincide
With what pleases ordinary people
And leave them to struggle
It is better we all pray
And seek new way
Where we face fewer difficulties
And still live with niceties
It is better we all pray And seek new way Where we face fewer difficulties And still live with niceties
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am saving this, and when this website goes down I'm going to have it forever. It moves me. 5 hours ago by Gil Domasky | Reply