i wake up every morning,
questioning my entire existence,
they say i must be persistent.
But i ask myself is god really present or absent,
...
Read full text
Misery'trouble and mess all around
To me will till death all these surround?
Blissful life from you I demand
O my God! where is your wand?
You are the hope of cure for sick
Wealth are you that poor look for
Safe are your arms for terror-stricken
Supplicate'pray and keep on crying
Those who get nothing at all....! !
Its just a matter of a word for you...
Let go a merciful stroke of your wand....
Let the world be like your magic land! ! !
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
Misery'trouble and mess all around To me will till death all these surround? Blissful life from you I demand O my God! where is your wand? You are the hope of cure for sick Wealth are you that poor look for Safe are your arms for terror-stricken Supplicate'pray and keep on crying Those who get nothing at all....! ! Its just a matter of a word for you... Let go a merciful stroke of your wand.... Let the world be like your magic land! ! !