Oh! The morning wind come and take all my sorrows.
Tell my Lord the condition of my heart.How it has been veiled by sadness and misery.
Oh! The morning wind come and take all my sorrows.
Take away the heaviness of my heart and let them drown in a deep sea where from they won’t return
Oh! The morning wind come and take all my sorrows.
Tell my Lord that I am ashamed for what I did, my eyes look for your mercy.
Oh! The morning wind come and take all my sorrows.
I’m poor.. I have nothing to give in your way, I couldn’t conceal my poverty and troubles.
Oh! The morning wind come and take all my sorrows.
Do not ever leave me alone even the blink of an eye, show me the path that leads to you only
Oh! The morning wind come and take all my sorrows.
Tooba.
-
Author:
Tooba (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2023 05:57
- Category: Religion
- Views: 0
Offline)
Comments1
By the way, the rich also have sorrows and worries, and they also cry no less than others. The most important thing is to find balance and harmony in the soul, and then pump up the money channel (chakra). LOL
You have took my poetic sense in wrong way... "Poverty"here Is not about money.... It's the poverty of soul... Poverty of mind... Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches... Btw thanks got to know what others think and what level of mind they have.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.