(Joraye ache badha chharaye jete chai)
Obstacles have covered me up
I’m willing to get out but can’t
I come to Thee seeking freedom
But ashamed for asking Thee
I know Thou Art top in my life
Having no riches equaling Thee
Yet, I cannot throw those things
Broken and long-piled in the house
Those dust casings cover my heart
Hiding Thee, giving endless death
Hating ‘em from bottom of my heart
But still I continue loving them
Dust piled up due to self-cheating
Of so many failures and cover-ups!
Hence when I try doing well to me
At once fears appear in my mind
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4/9/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem