It's almost midnight
The darkest dark of the night
The cloudiest cloud of the sky
In wonder Have I wondered
Was this the reply to mine?
It's almost midnight
Where thoughts were at drought
When eyes we're blind folded by cry
Who stranger now were allies bothered
Was this the response to mine?
It's almost midnight
At then I was asking in broken
At then I was palms raised in dry
At then I was pray in hungered soul
At then I was knees bended devastated
Was this the answer of mine?
It's almost midnight
Still hunger for answer
Drain thoughts of which to felt
Blinded by the aches soul in confused
What to felt, which to say
Only if all was the favour of God only
Will then only I stopped questioned
Was this the worst of I request in pain.
It almost midnight
Till then I found my answer
Gratitude and sorry for one who Holds so Dear
The Unmistaken Power of wisdom and Grace.
3 comments:
I think of U....🌷🌷🌷
Excellent
TWo thumps up for your puisi
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