The Prayer of an Orphan Child
Silver clouds silver clouds
Will you play with me as a mate?
As an orphan,
none is there to play with me.
Ivory moon. My Sweety
will you kiss me to bid good night?
As a motherless child
to remember Her love.
Jasmine buds, Jasmine buds
Will you smile in morning times
to stay in your beauty and
to keep your smile always
Chilly breeze My Darling!
Will you raise me from my bed?
to enjoy the sweetness of dawns and
to pray Him for giving my thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
orphans are numerous in the world today both in denotative and connotative terms but i pray that they will be saved and learn to survive as normal persons in the world. May they never think or feel forsaken but loved... loved... loved...