He walks not in vehement strides
He talks not with pretentious pride
Glee adorns his tiny face
Angelic, in awesome grace
His ways are pure; his prayers just
He fears not of what's to be
He shuts his eyes in an honest plea
Heads bowed in awe to see
Embracing time as it comes
Worries apart, thoughts set free
Naivety, her virgin embrace
Fastened in a righteous brace
Childhood, his greatest asset
Adorns him, without regret
In a skin of kindness and love
To reflect His image from above
I was lost in darkness and despair
The voice within, I seldom did hear
Blinded with worldly folds
Grounded with sin, sore and cold
I sought God here and there
I sought Him everywhere
Little did I know, You were right here
For in his virtuous eyes
I see You
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The voice within, I seldom did hear Blinded with worldly folds Grounded with sin, sore and cold.........little did i know that you are just in me and in front of me and all around me... a wonderful realization you have portrayed dear poet....... thank you very much. like your poem