Sunday, June 2, 2013
BLOTS
Covering the dark blots with a colorful curtain
Happiness where I long to attain
Adversities make me so weak
Indeed, they make me sick
In You, I rebel
Resenting from what I couldn’t settle
Unknowingly, You’re always there for me
Where I could not see
Blaming You of what I’ve been through
Where I fail to feel You’re love so true
Envying others of what they have
While asking why, above
In silence, I close my eyes
Sitting on bended knees
Praying with passionately fervor
To make this heavy baggage of pain lighter!
Lofty the Beggar
Wearing tattered clothes
Craving for plenty of freshly baked loaves
Life seems drench in disdain
Truly, living it in pain
Seated right next to a rich fat merchant
“You don’t look very rich,” always in chant
Lofty as named
His life aggravated by afflictions, he blamed
Lofty , in dark sunken eyes
Gloomily looking at the bright blue skies
Wishing soon to awake from the slumber of agonies
Where he was deeply penetrated by melancholy thoughts
Despite in poverty, Lofty prays each day
“Oh God! Illumine my way.
With your divine providence, I shall live in bliss
Though deprive in wealth, with you I will be glorious!"
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