I am not worried but wearied
Water of dust is about to dry
For I breathed the golden dust
Of the morning sun, I don’t cry
I play with fate or fate plays with me
Yet to be known, I am digging the mud
But one thing I know, that is, I love Him
And heaven’s door is never shut, thud
There are many who love Him so he loves
Even those who hate or discard, He loves all
Almighty Lord is not the individual’s property
It is the outcome of evil thought, the dirty
I see the love in every eye, fool or wise
When a terror eyes glistening with dew
Within the heart down, there’s lovely sun rise
Sprinkling petals of love with fragrant hue
Where there love resides evil can’t reach
Love to everybody, love; one must preach
enjoyed the poem, lovely poem indeed...use of words fine.. and great going brother...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.. the last two lines are really very powerful.. the whole poem makes a lot of sense... nice write