My Saviour. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Beneath the darkest sky
I am spending my days;
The days of the depth of sorrows, of the deepest agony.
I am writhing on the poisonous bed of agony.
Nobody cares, nobody thinks;
I am like a boat without any anchor.

My Maker, The Almighty,
Whispers me in my pensive mood, ' Oh my child! Keep Patience '!
My inner voice says to me
To trust none but myself.

I believe my Lord will gradually remove my pain,
Will gently soothe my agony;
Oh, Father! My saviour!
Blow your gentle breeze,
I wish to rest on your feet.