there are so many stories to tell
no, not anymore from the beginning
i may not finish it till the end
there was this old man who died stealing
fish from a store and rushing away to cross the road
where he was hit by a bus rushing to fetch tourists
from the airport
there was this girl who got enthralled by the lights of
the great city who left home with a red head pimp
there was this father who made his wife his favorite
punching bag until she was pronounced dead in the hospital
due to a brain hemorrhage
there was this lying politician who cheated all his
constituents of their public funds who finally served
his last term in jail
there are stories of murder and justice of corruption and
redemption of heaven and hell of right and wrong
but i know what story you need and i know that it is all about
love and i do not want to spoil it on a holy Sunday morning
where you are supposed to go to church together and sing the songs of praise and feel the all the glories of grace and divine and human affections
and feel
that well sought ending of that most demanded story of
living happily ever after......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem