Santhosh Vijayakumar

Rookie (6th November 1984 / Coimbatore, India)

Word Of Soul - Poem by Santhosh Vijayakumar

A heavy rain showered down,
And the hot earth cooled.
In silence I stood, and heard,
The words of thanks, from earth to sky.

Had I a deadly pain?
I would lift my hands to Him,
And when cured,
I would send my truthful gratitude.

A deed of help I did.
Benefited uttered words of thanks.
Where is it flowing from,
Mere lips or from deep within?

If mere lips, utter not rather.
For thanks is the word of soul.

Comments about Word Of Soul by Santhosh Vijayakumar

  • Rookie - 7 Points Max Reif (8/5/2005 10:47:00 AM)

    beautiful and yes, true! Well put! (Report) Reply

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