Everyday
you will be opening a window
and a door
you let light to come
and like a visitor you make it
at home with you
seated and with a cup
of tea
the wind comes too
with a lot of companions
with same invisibility
you only feel
its presence
if you are honest and
sensitive enough
you could have felt God
and seen Him with the light
and wind
even before you have opened
that window and
door
everyday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem