Word Of Soul Poem by Santhosh Vijayakumar

Word Of Soul



A heavy rain showered down,
And the hot earth cooled.
In silence I stood, and heard,
The words of thanks, from earth to sky.

Had I a deadly pain?
I would lift my hands to Him,
And when cured,
I would send my truthful gratitude.

A deed of help I did.
Benefited uttered words of thanks.
Where is it flowing from,
Mere lips or from deep within?

If mere lips, utter not rather.
For thanks is the word of soul.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Max Reif 05 August 2005

beautiful and yes, true! Well put!

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Santhosh Vijayakumar

Santhosh Vijayakumar

Coimbatore, India
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