Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever of mercy are made by just one hand.
Oh Christ, I want a perennial river where nobody cry and nobody shiver all must work and feel privilege we all are equal we should pledge there should not be drought in your land for several drops are fallen by just one hand.
Oh almighty! where are you? we all are in danger, we need you many are dead, we are only a few the siblings are fighting and it became a flue why are we fighting for a mission so cruel? which is sending us to the sinful hell? till which extent will mother earth tolerate? when she will burst, grumbled man will afraid. Who knows what will the nightingale sing tomorrow, the song of rain or the spring of sorrow?
Lord Jesus said me: Unity is breaking, then rebuild it a home of nature where all can sit there will be no wars in my land cause several hands will be stopped by just one hand.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I