The Story Of My Journey
August 24, 2023
I am a homeless, poor traveler
Passing through the nasty earth,
I've less food, let alone a car
Now I'm telling my story, in short:
One day I came in the womb
There I was almost ten months,
Then, a day came
All found me on the earth;
Before the womb where was I?
In the world of soul,
After the earth where will be I?
In the field of resurrection of all;
Then, for final destination
I have to wait till the trial does go
With highest hesitational situation
Before trial I won't know where to go.
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