No amount of riches,
No amount of power,
No adulation..
Can fill the void in the heart.
Like a game of roulette
… the turntable moves.
And the face of sorrow looms behind.
The hunger of soul can only be appeased by Thy presence.
True happiness lies only at Thy feet
Lord bless me with Thy Love!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem