I Am The Beggar Stood At His Door Poem by Aftab Alam
I Am The Beggar Stood At His Door
When I find all doors closed,
All turned aside,
Dark clouds hovered over me,
I drenched with rain,
I don't share my pain,
Willing to share-
But to whom!
I drink my tears,
To quench my thirst,
With a affectionate smile,
I knock His door,
That is opened to all,
He is the chief Giver,
He has given job to breath,
And eyes to beautify,
His beautiful Art,
I never demoralized,
Always He surprised,
Me with His charity,
I am the beggar stood at His door
what a blissful charity one gets from His bounty! Yea, the recognition itself is humility. May the Lord of the worlds realize the profoundness of your yearning and devotion. very spiritually high note of confidence.
what a blissful charity one gets from His bounty! Yea, the recognition itself is humility. May the Lord of the worlds realize the profoundness of your yearning and devotion. very spiritually high note of confidence.
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4/25/2024 6:30:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
drink my tears, To quench my thirst.............enjoyed reading