Oh God what shall I do?
Where shall I go?
Just holding my poetic sense
That survives just in your bless
and by a graceful fate you always bestow.
Oh God where are you?
these eyes want to see your face.
This wandering life just wants to trace
The sign of the gracious soul
that's worshipped always by a longing poet.
May wisdom of heaven jerk my hand,
And would all my poetic sense be Thy Garland?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful spiritual poem having stunning expression. God is merciful and he has a gracious soul. Let it be quoted.... Oh God where are you? these eyes want to see your face. This wandering life just wants to trace The sign of the gracious soul that's worshipped always by a longing poet Thanks for sharing.
Thanks.....