Gift from God
Life was always a poem
It was concerned with humanism
The person failed or succeeded
But father was always added
The experience taught him to be clever
Previously he was suffering from anger
Now he has learnt an art of restraint
He doesn't make any complaint
Poetry has been universal language
If you don't know any dialect and unable to manage
The eyes don't speak but convey
We are never dismayed
Poetry is not the game
But one can claim
When heart bleeds at desertion
Or suffers from stranded relation
The heart and mind undergo great pain
And that remains
For longer period
One feels void
One should turn to god
For sharing grief and load
He shall take you to safety with comfort
You will be relieved in his formidable divine fort
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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