It was a moonlit night...
He was there with some idols,
He said to all..Come.. God for Sale!
He was selling God to them..
Nobody noticed what he said.
The idols were beautifully carved.
I wondered if he see that God,
Or is he just telling some ad.
Can we buy God?
Can he sell God!
I'am perplexed...Oh God.
I started my journey to reach God.
He is the end of all confusions.
He is the destination of life..
Well how come he shared..
That beautiful idea with me!
Yes..He sold God!
I love your poem exactly how the world is. Keep writing a lovely poem. Read mine on a poisonous land, i mean the title is A POISONOUS LAND read and feel it. bye
I love your poem exactly how the world is. Keep writing a lovely poem. Read mine on a poisonous land, i mean the title is A POISONOUS LAND read and feel it. bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can we buy God? Can he sell God! I'am perplexed...Oh God. i like the sentences in which your express how you search for God, God is the end of all our confusions and our destiny.... what a great truth it is..... we shall always love God more than anyone and anything...... God bless you for this poem. tony