my days of living and hearafter
if her divinity accept my worship
then i see it blossom at morning light
and pleasent at moon light
my days abandn with nothing except the divinity
Where i go behind the false feeling
when you can not grow up the love of light
that will be taunting at evey corner
you can not torch up the corner that is closed
Oh me looks winter days
mad at rainy days
stunt to summer hot
but every green dry end
looks the days dull
whole world no beautiful
day of occurence is no denial
what god say hevean
cannot forget it with beautiful
beautiful is hell of the day
this world nothing to me
dream & prepare for hearafter is my aim to arrive
Oh birth the seconds started to count
Balance counts of the period (age)
minimise never add up
heart & nerve weak to run
May it build up with god
for a strong minuits of death
god you bless a bless of heaven
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful, i like this form of writing from you..it soothing :) _SOul