I'm for you ever,
my poem, my detachable self.
I don't hate the sadness,
the sorrow, and tear
of my wet eyes...
I'm made of flesh and blood,
so, all these human sufferings
come to torture my soul.
But, never I thought
to cast a scornful look
at life, as life is
a beautifully fabricated,
designed work by God.
Who am I do show anger
to the Master of this Art?
None, can reshape it,
with imposed grief,
grievance, and glumness!
God can only play
with his shades of emotions.
He generously gave Nature,
all my grudge,
my frowns, and smiles
to put them all
in my creation, in my
poetic art.........
I dedicated me to His
assignment...
I'm for you ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poetry... in surrender to the Divine