In the stones
On scriptures
In places
Through rituals
In object
And on subject
I seek
I hope
I dig
I pray
But in vain
That light
That power
The divinity
That flower
Which blossoms
Inside my concrete
That flame
Which burns
With each heartbeat
That faith
with which
even death can't compete
That's my GOD
My life source
My energy resource
My only love
My sole companion
Who will never retreat (me)
In my prosperity or even defeat.
About the Author
Chaitali B
Joined: 03 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
Now a Writer, Columnist and Blogger, previously worked with a leading media and publishing house, I love life. Where there is love, there is life. A daughter, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend - you can tag me whatever you want to. ...
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