A kiss to God from heartless thee
All things are fade away from me
kiss of woe and kiss of bow
All things remained behind shadow
I conceal all things of mine
but couldnt reveal all things to divine
Im with stand of mine
but couldnt hold sincks of pine
How i could be a good child of Divine
door in and door out worships arent working out
asked the help let you Divine
asked by letters work with fought
worships in & Worships out
sins are scounting out
so, let me begin with fought
paper in and shades out
Far too or far late
Divine is ultimate
wrinkles of forehead cant fate
so, be with me to ultimate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem