Thanks God Poem by Neela Nath Das
Thanks God
Peace isn't hung from
any celestial bough.
We stoop to pick it,
prescribed by thou.
We are in the turbulent sea,
tossing like a cork.
We lie, we crawl, stagger and stand,
and if fly swoop down as a hawk,
to snatch the bliss we demand.
Thanks o god, for giving the strength,
to fight for water of peace out of sand.
A very nice thanks giving poem in a different strain which I love! GREAT!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 1:37:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Indeed peace endures where there is humility - it is a very important step for anyone wishing to foster universal brotherhood of man. An insightful piece of poetry nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem bristling with knowledge. Thanks for sharing Neela. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.