o what is it that a man is doing
when he kneels and silence is dominating
with hands together and eyes are closing
and hardly he murmurs words in his lips could hardly be seen
whatever is it he is the only man knowing
ah he is talking to someone up there
giving supplication to the ultimate giver
asking things all of kind as ever
without noticing the what he ask flows like a river
before he ask knows already the provider
but one question to me has come
whether one prays effectively as always done
but how can we know when he is all alone
only God knows if he really has won
and the favor one asked may just be born
one could really pray if we can see
he transform to a better person he can ever be
and what we see is not only for today
but rather a lifetime conversion constantly
though for a moment we cannot see immediately.
putiao sorsogon
Very well written, descent art..such a great hope you live in, may you get and find the best days in your life..Nice read..like it :) _Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very nice poems.. you have written what's in your heart...and that made it so easy for you to put that into a poem... I like your concepts..A concept to be shared to the whole world.... and..we should pray by our heart and mind