He was a patient asking for cure
His soul so soft, his heart so pure
But still his mind was unsatisfied
He felt all was fake and lied
Old soul asked: "I want more"
"Why was I born and what for?"
He prayed to God day an' night
In search of light, In search of light
Atlast he got the light in Him
But why oh still he did seem grim
Now he used to live for the Lord
The awesome Ruler, aspicious God
He gave his love an' joy to all
But saw at Him wheneve did fall
No difference walking on erth or stars
A man who's feet were filled with scars
You saw the comfort on his face
His bare soul but ah! such grace
Just like Halaj who solved the mystery
An' now lies bravely in pages of History
Rocks, grass, steep or flat
No matter where he sat
He found His Lord atlast
He found His GOD atlast
In a list
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That which only an old soul could posses the truest of understandings that God lives primarily in our hearts and it is the truest expression of our free will that to worship upon him and give thanks to the many days of this life.
I like it, I like it so!
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your rhyming is excellent
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very nice
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Good rhyme and flow between stanzas. Your ideas are thoughtful and well-conveyed, like a little fable.
I found it relaxing to read, maybe because the title gives a sense of impending fulfillment...rather than the suspense of defeat.
"No difference walking on earth or stars/A man whose feet were filled with scars" are the standout lines both poetically and ideally.
The second-last stanza fitted in really well, and you ended the piece in a way that makes us see how spiritually worthwhile a write it is.
Hope you find yours.
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