Let this be heard,
In the ebb tide I wish to see the shore,
And their faces be like the colorful butterflies,
Dripping with the nectar of joy.
God, please let my prayers be heard first,
For the sail of my happiness depend on theirs,
Let this be heard...
In the ebb tide I wish to see the shore,
The shore
line with the Sun hanging low,
With my
loved ones on a sail boat,
Dreamily
staring at the promise of land,
Dancing and merry
just a before,
Before the
storm,
The storm of
yesterday that washed it all away.
Of all the
prayers, let this be
heard,
That their
dreams turn to gold,
And aching
hearts dance to a different tune,
The laughter
in their eyes quietly sing,And their faces be like the colorful butterflies,
Dripping with the nectar of joy.
God, please let my prayers be heard first,
For the sail of my happiness depend on theirs,
Let this be heard...
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| Photo courtesy - The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
2 comments:
Your words have to powerful to portray emotions easily, maybe you are the master at it.. Thanks for this..
PS: I wanted to be your 100th follower.. Hence, following you once again with my other email id.. Congrats..
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@SiSpl, thank you so much :) it's a very sweet gesture on your part, Saravana. God bless!
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