Dear Lord
Wednesday,3rd Nov 2021
Dear Lord
I have no words
to thank for my existence
it never makes me tense
nothing matters
when you bless the showers
show the mercy
and give the grace as an almighty
my soul is sprinkled with divine water
that caters
my internal need
and heeds to the call
I keep nothing in mind
and find
the life running with schedule
and make me feel proud of people
I have nothing to complain
but remain
contended with whatever I have
and behave like a responsible person
if life has a turning point
let me paint it
with rosy feelings
and live happily as a human being
Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt
World poet laureate
(C) Hasmukh A.Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dislike the comment of a hypocrite below! It's a magnificent work sir!