The Grace Poem by Ashika Murali Acharya

A tear that rolls down the cheek,
A smile that wryed at corner of the face,
The lips that dried with the brushings of winds,
The caustic silence that engulfs us,
All, Just wanted to convey them straight,
Bold and loud to the mighty world,
Never should you seek happiness,
From any mere mortals who stays around.
Sculpt a bubble and conceal from the murk,
Never let a being affect your soul,
Never let them touch the weary heart.
You are delightfully chaotic and bold,
For a reason, that is best known to 'HIM'.
The might of no man can equal the bliss,
The joy which is kindled with grace of 'HIS'.
Surrender and offer all those vices,
For HE who knows the best of ways.
May his Grace lead us through,
The weary murky path we feared,
And take us to the land of that endless light
Where the euphoric melody never cease.
You are the thunder bolt in a rainstorm,
Rejoice your songs in the falling rain drops,
His Grace will just hold you through,
If you stumble on your wacky path.