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Faith

My friend anisha wrote a letter recently and she gave me a poem which she uses as a healer.Here is the poem.

Faith

Faith tell us that love is at work in the world.
Bringing about hidden miracles in every corner.
Faith tell us to trust in something greater than
ourselves as we journey to the top of the mountain.
And though our eyes may be blinded by the mist
surrounding the mountain.
Still we continue to climb because we know that
we shall see the way clearly
through the eyes of the faith.


Thanks anisha for this nice poem.

Dimly lit moments of my life. by salinita(my gurl)

Walking away from the shadowy light,

Towards a brightness in the dark sky

Realizing life is full of dark side,

Only a part of it is dimly light.

The moment of precious night,

Joyously spent with parents by my side,

The summer breeze who not fail till now,

Who lift my hair to dry my eyes,

These are the dimly lit moments in my life.

The 1^st kiss of the one I love,

The first touch of my son,

The sweet voices that had set goodbye,

The last piece of art that cover my heart,

These are the dimly lit moments of my life.

Now as I walk on the shadowy road,

To reunite with the one I lost.

I count the blessings bestowed upon me,

Comprising the dimly lit moments of my life,

Thanks thee for sparing me,

The blessings that bestow upon me.

By salinita(bozoni)

Latest poems

Oh! God forgive me

God I’ve made many mistakes,

I’m to blame for it all,

But I’ve realized my mistakes,

The numerous hearts that I broke,

Made them cry and be shocked,

I’m sorry for doing all these,

But I’m a changed person today,

God will you forgive me?

I’m here today in your fold,

Take me with you,

Teach me the good and the bad,

The distinction between them.

I’ve made my parents sad,

For I drank the vices,

For I stole money,

For I made them feel bad,

But today I’m a changed man,

God will you forgive me?

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Voiceless

I’ve no voice in my own home,

I live with constant fear,

Picking me for my views,

All the criticism –a sheer waste,

Just inviting myself trouble,

Whether it’s right or wrong,

No distinction between them,

What is Revolution??

All they talk is freedom,

They want freedom,

When I’m forced to shut up,

When I can’t express my views,

In my own home, I’m voiceless,

With guns on my chin,

I’m forced to shut up,

I’m forced to accept

Whatever Diktats they say,

Whether it’s right or wrong,

Where is the freedom?

That you people are talking off,

Shoot me-kill me-torture me,

I don’t fear anymore,

Why do you lie to yourself?

I can’t lie to myself,

So shoot me-kill me-torture me,

I want to die,

Al least I will realize,

I didn’t lie to myself.

shantajit