Evening Prayers Of Ordinary People Poem by ashok jadhav
Evening Prayers Of Ordinary People
Soft voices rise where lamps burn low and warm,
A humble hymn drifts through the fading light;
Each whispered word defies the day's alarm,
And lifts the soul beyond its common plight.
No grand cathedral holds these simple pleas,
Yet hearts are heard in quiet, steadfast ways;
In every home, a sacred reverence frees
The weary spirit at the close of days.
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