God's Mercy Poem by Nishu Sharma

When we get tired of hot weather and declared is the draught,

when we get sick of breaking hopes and condemn to have anymore,

when we leave our body on destiny and fate and stop doing efforts to have some more,

when tides win on us and we leave our lifeless body for them to take us on the shore,

sometimes that time god’s mercy pour,

the rain comes to soothe ur thirsty soul,

the tides help your living body to reach the real shore! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !