Do not make the cross ready
on the gallows of sufferings,
The soul is unwilling to bear any agonizing pain
not even ready to surrender
the last fertile seed of life;
In the pitch dark some stars glow,
after the last storm
the first bud is ready to bloom,
Life's lil fountain keeps some flow
though in the phase of still-birth,
Some sparks are tingling bright inside,
Some forgotten desires still exist,
Some shreds of joy are still not dead,
Let not hope extinguish clean
See! The sun resurrecting
after the dark crucifixion of the last long night
followed by a bounteous downpour of Blessings Divine
for sure, when He does not forget
to nourish the slightest visible vein in the leaf
of some forgotten tree
How can I be left deserted?
I lay my hand
on string of desires and beads of prayers...
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I refuse to suffer! ! !
Good write with Good message too. I refuse to suffer...very well written.
God's in His heaven- All's right with the world..... Let us believe! The sun resurrecting after the crucifixion of the last long night.... Very very inspirational with hope ringing out in peals! Great Write!
An excellent poem, so energetic and loved the optimistic approach. See! The sun resurrecting after the dark crucifixion of the last long night Yes, a Night, however long, can not prevail forever as every night is followed by a bright Morning and this is the law of nature. for sure, when He does not forget to nourish the slightest visible vein in the leaf of some forgotten tree How can I be left deserted? lovely! ! ! so powerful and so true! ! ! keep your fingers crossed :))
Nice message delivered. Poem provides a purpose for this life. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we all are assigned with some job each n every particle of the nature.nothing can be left deserted. we have to fulfill I lay my hand on string of desires and beads of prayers...