Each day of my life I pray
that pains be no more
and sorry be not for lovers of me
but I fear what I feel
long hours I pray
that holes be not my home
for darkness resides in there
and mercy not whole
but I fear what I feel
mourners may weep
lovers may weep
but for me
it shouldn't be mine
for long hours I pray
but I fear what I feel
for a chance again
will I be happy
but for the will of he who gives
will joy be mine
I pray
I pray
I pray
A refined poetic imagination, Desmond Eklu. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Well articulated and nicely brought forth with spiritual insight. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing.