The obnoxious mind
in my tumultuous thoughts
grazes my heart with
surreptitious rues and sorrows
Oh my lord leave me alone
disheveled among the thunders
the apocalyptic trauma and terrors
Give me thine courage and grit
to grin and bear the plethora of pains
you have so assiduously inflicted on me
My solitude and happiness
grieve upon your cynical prowess
that subjects abhorrence and detest
on to my daily chores
Give me thine courage and grit
Oh lord to bask in your glory
and forget the repercussions
of betrayal and unjust galore
I stand in the cross-roads crippled
with my innocence and naivety
subdued in scathing throes
and mute like an epileptic
Oh my lord inundate my sufferings
with surge of your surprise love
mow every thriving thorn on my ways
with the shower of your bliss and
deluge me with your noble thoughts
My oppressions will end one day
with prayers of compassion
the rhymes of revelation
will scourge all I behold and hold
the lord will repair all my wounds
one day with his divine spectre
I will be thence as pure and pious as thou
Very ambitious expression to become 'pure and pious as thou', but indicates the ultimate spiritual goal, one should aspire for. Indirectly all religious paths aim at this, but all end up in rituals and fanatism. Let us learn from this wonderful peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message that I get from you Is that you had been opressed If I may ask is it because you are afraid that people will harm you? I know that woman had to flee india the woman I know was a writer And I believe she was killed God will give you carage to live This poem is interesting