RAJ NANDY Poems
** A True Confession!
A TRUE CONFESSION!
‘This world is never the same dear Lord,
Which you had created in just seven days;
I am one of your many sinful slaves,
Confessing to wash my sins away!
In my young days I never visited your
house of prayers,
Nor did I keep fast on Sabbath Days!
A conceited life I had generally led, -
Losing Your thoughts and going astray!
This world has not remained the same dear
Which You had created in just seven days!
People only think about their pleasures,
Material culture has taken its sway!
Money and sex are like ...
I sit by the window near the hall,
And see the Autumn leaves gently fall.
The gardener gathers them up in a heap,
I have traveled many miles far and deep,
And earned my final restful sleep!
On earth we shall meet no more,