Comments about Deb Panda
You appear at this cross-
Upon the rising flame of earthen lamp
Lighted- in my evening prayer,
Flickering and steady with the wind!
I see you protect this pen;
With the dazzling shield-
When darkness delves deep into it-
Held high; with all kindness in reward!
Joyous- for this journey starts there.
And I reserve this flame for ages-
For my soul finds its temple,
That will go down generation, with undying luster;
Tomorrow -when they discover themselves in darkness!
Hymn To Lord
Hymn to lord, pity
In early ages; departure
Built those beauty, brilliant-
And quest powered with mother.
Credit; yours race fed-
Troops, with vigil eye; grip-
And terror, blessed to nab
Like alleviation to your steep.
Down, earth do we stop led