Glory To Be The Lord Poem by Aftab Alam
Glory To Be The Lord
How long should I weep alone and to whom should I tell my pain?
What we call peace! Whither it gone? My grief you are in loss or gain
‘Glory to be the Lord’ up to my last breath, among all we are the best
Among the creatures, we the supreme, this is a truth, not my behest.
Everything is for us: the moon, the sun and the stars and the unseen
This holy earth is a human spoilt; it should not be ruined as it has been
A supine attitude unto the gift that Lord gave, uncared, pounced into mud
Still the door is not closed for those who are alive, none heard the sound thud.
Come, come here as I stood with all the colors of nature
Why we deny the divinity though through nature, we nurture
i see the same spirit what we find in The world by wordsworth...beautiful poem! ! !
The earth is the Lords and the fullness thereof. Everything He created was made for our enjoyment. We are to love and respect it. Good poem.
excellent write. the earth is the Lords and everything in it.
yeah all glory to be the Allah Almighty and what we are doing denying the nature in the chasing of wordly chores...great well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A beautifully rhyming poem pointing to the need for sustaining Nature in its original beauty as the good Lord made it! Enjoyed!