Oh Lord of the Worlds,
If you permit me,
I wish to make a solemn prayer,
That I wish to take my laptop
With me to my temporary abode in the grave,
In absolute loneliness,
In absolute darkness.
Punish me not if I err,
If I disclose to you a secret desire,
That in the grave,
I wish to be granted a regular recess,
When I can communicate at my wishes
With my family, friends and loved acquaintances.
Like the solar charger that we have here,
Grant me a device that will charge in darkness,
And some plugs and sockets in the walls of the grave.
Grant this favor to all the graves,
And connect with a wifi that never goes to sleep,
Where the dead have been lying in eternal sleep.
Dhaka
08 February 2015
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Because you are such a godly person I don't think that you'll be lying in the grave, Khairul Ahsan! I think that you'll be with the Lord! Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, @Clarence Prince, for this uplifting comment. Much obliged.
Like the solar charger that we have here, Grant me a device that will charge in darkness, And some plugs and sockets in the walls of the grave.- - Very nicely envisioned. Many thanks sir. Keep on composing.
Thanks for the inspiration, @Kumarmani Mahakul. Much appreciate your reading and the kind comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@Angell Afinowi, Thank you very much for reading my poem and leaving your thoughtful comment there. Your interpretation of the poem is spot on!