When Soul Cries Poem by Neela Nath Das
When Soul Cries
When I heard I am a washed basil leaf,
A good for nothing from a rotten soul,
I knelt on my knee to beg mercy from Him,
For the blue tongued devil.
When soul cries and can not shed tear,
Prayer works to raise the lost spirit.
I do not know from which galaxy
He came to try to make me weep.
But, every time he and her female friend
weave plot to defame me,
I must pray to enlighten their souls.
Amen!
God will certainly help you. Don't worry. Very nice poem. Loved it.
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5/3/2024 1:34:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Prayers shields us against the wrongdoers. Lift your hands in prayers and see the miracle happening. Nice poem Neela