I wept at words
And prayed lord
"Oh God. excuse us
We are missing trust
Whoa are we o judge?
And budge
From love stand
And not understand
I waned to open
Tirade with weapon
My pen sharpened words
I showed some shots
So lovely flowers
Emerged after showers
With lots of grace
And smile on face
Look at free style
And the way they smile
I smile too
And get lost in crowd through
The lovable color
With sign of honor
Lord has openly blessed
The innocence is gracefully exposed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wept at words And prayed lord “Oh God. excuse us We are missing trust