Soul Search
Looking up with leaden eyes
To the One above the skies…
Seeking comfort from the lies
And the never ending cries.
So these lost souls search in vain
Upon the arid terrain…Deprived of the healing rain
They become immune to pain.
There to Paradise they go
For in their hearts…they all know
There’s no one that can bestow
Relief to the…very low.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem