It's raining slowly and silently
and the night is silent (too) .
I am trying to invigorate
My poetic feelings at this moment.
But my words loose the exact meaning,
They can not touch my inmost sense.
They are failing to commemorate.
The words are not coming out.
But it's an exact time to send a holy message.
Oh! God help me please.
Only you can give me a consecrate
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual