'May God bless you'
I heard three time
In a single day
The same line and
Same phrase, with
affectionate hands
That's today.
Don't know why
God will bless me
Or not, But know that
I will stick to
My duty, till the death
May be to listen again
Same phrase with same words
And with affectionate hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My dear poet, I must salute you. God is nobody but it is we. He is within us who is pumping our hearts. Our goodness, our badness, our passion, our ignorance, our actions, our reactions all have repercussion on us And we are the fragment of God. I think we are Gods and we are here to bless us. we are whole. we are the sons and daughters of God. Go on, go on, my dear daughter.