Prayer Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
Prayer
I am dissapointed for I'm the only hopless.
Just as a simple being on a burden mountain.
Neither can climb nor fly to the branches.
This weiry feel of light flashing through mind.
Like dead wood floating when I sail
Over the waves without reaching a shore.
Drugs of days are not a possible path
Nor a soothening word.
All I can do is to pray with my folded hands.
As Lord is Great, a miracle will be happebed.
In the fifth line, by the slip of pen reaching becomes raeching.yah! I agree with u, even in great disappointment one should not go astray, rather better to pray to our mighty lord-only he can do smthng miraculous.
Hello! Maharaja of words, Again you are creating magnificent picture in my mind if it contains hear-trenching lines like these. I wonder you mastery over words you, lexicographer! 10++++ A weiry feel of light flashing through mind. Like dead wood floating over water without reaching a shore.
Your prayer is very touching. It seems to have come from a time of great desparity. I hope looking back now, the Lord had given you that miracle..
Speaks to the hopelessness of countless, bringing a ray of hope. Very inspirational.
Really shows how hopeless the writer felt while writing it.Cu dos! ! ! !
Definetely you are blessed....excellent..... well write.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 8:07:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice expression of great faith.