You picked me up
From the rubbish of pride and ambition
From ignorance and insult
You picked me up
And exalted to simplicity –
The world of
smile, innocence and beauty
I am not the only one
Everyone who’s come to your court
Even to judge and scorn
You picked them up
And exalted to peace –
The abode of truth and serenity
A little flame
Burns like a thousand suns
In your hands with your grace
very well expressed indeed...the word 'grace'...itself stands for lots of great things..u v expressed and portrayed your theme very well indeed
Very nice lines are they with a multidimensional meaning regards sandhya
aha! another fascinating poem! love it! very nice! cant tell anymore words. it cant describe the feeling in my heart! wow! love sana
my gosh, , , this is the second poem i read from you..this is really nice..smart and powerful..keep writing., you are.a good beginner so you will be a great poet in the future..naizz
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an elicit and beautiful write..........thank you for your kind sharing.......