Who was calling I was thinking,
You were calling my dear son,
I was carefully driving my car,
In very busy street I came home.
I had gone to market for vegetables,
That was very busy in today's business,
This was weekly and this was rush,
I got everything in very noisy market.
In bags I have brought them here,
Vegetables I have kept in kitchen,
Already I have bathed now to cook
In cold water bathing gives pleasure.
Arriving home I have picked up call,
This is nice to hear your voice again,
Due to safety return we praise God,
His grace brings chance of realization.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,11 August,2017. All rights reserved.
Home arrival gives us immense joy. You have rightly spotted the feelings..
@@Dear poets, thank you very much for taking time and commenting. Your effort is highly appreciated. May God bring happiness for you
Own home is sweet home. Greatest love comes from God through light into Earth. We feel this. This is really great when love is transformed into light of love of wisdom. Love glows and grows with us. This is a great write and you are a nice poet.
A detailed account of a day's activities! When we go on a journey, we are able to return home because of God's grace for which we have to be thankful! Just as you are concerned about your son, the Heavenly father is concerned about each one of us!
Every incident, event and anecdote you can very easily relate it to a divine thought too...what a wonderful man and a poet you are Kumar...my prayers for your peace and prosperity...thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vegetables! ! With the muse of the day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.