A tear that rolls down the cheek,
A smile that wryed at corner of the face,
The lips that dried with the brushings of winds,
The caustic silence that engulfs us,
All, Just wanted to convey them straight,
Bold and loud to the mighty world,
Never should you seek happiness,
From any mere mortals who stays around.
Sculpt a bubble and conceal from the murk,
Never let a being affect your soul,
Never let them touch the weary heart.
You are delightfully chaotic and bold,
For a reason, that is best known to 'HIM'.
The might of no man can equal the bliss,
The joy which is kindled with grace of 'HIS'.
Surrender and offer all those vices,
For HE who knows the best of ways.
May his Grace lead us through,
The weary murky path we feared,
And take us to the land of that endless light
Where the euphoric melody never cease.
You are the thunder bolt in a rainstorm,
Rejoice your songs in the falling rain drops,
His Grace will just hold you through,
If you stumble on your wacky path.
tear, smile, lips, silence, mighty world, delightfully chaotic and bold, The joy which is kindled with grace of 'HIS'. endless light. you tend to be very spiritual in almost all your poems dear poetess. that is the need of our times..... write more poems with a spiritual tone..... God bless. tony
A great spiritual poem, well wrote Ashika.............................................
Surrender and offer all those vices, For HE who knows the best of ways. May his Grace lead us through, The weary murky path we feared, And take us to the land of that endless light... great theme. It is a beautiful poem having lofty insights!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tear that rolls down the cheek! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.