The Game Of Roulette Poem by Anita Sehgal
The Game Of Roulette
No amount of riches,
No amount of power,
No adulation..
Can fill the void in the heart.
Like a game of roulette
… the turntable moves.
And the face of sorrow looms behind.
The hunger of soul can only be appeased by Thy presence.
True happiness lies only at Thy feet
Lord bless me with Thy Love!
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