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At His Mercy…

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English Poetry


The lonely moon gazes down and play
as the sound slowly into the air fades away.
Waiting as usual for the break of dawn
from this wonderful night to a morn.

I have had my fill of the blessed day
and this night for a while would stay.
Remembering now to be grateful,
for all His acts over us so graceful.

Why should I worry and waste my time
isn’t that too a formidable crime?
I would rather bow my head in humility
and be thankful for a day with stability.

I thank You for the game I played
for the silvery studs and not red.
I thank You for the hot bowl of soup
the times You’ve kept me in your loop.

I know You’ve been watching over,
times when I’ve been nasty or sober.
I’ve nothing much to worry about
as You watch over me from beyond the clouds.


2 Comments

  1. medhini says:

    A splendid poem with lovely thoughts, Krishna.

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