In darkest of hours
With wolves howling at moon
No stars in midnight sky
Campfire so blazing
Spirits now inviting
My soul to the White Light
The invitation to the White Light is always there for all of us, Dillip. Sincere thx for top marks and to your favourites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent work.....thank u....
Humbled and honoured that you believe it to be excellent. Thank you so much, Anjandev.