At this age, the sunset of my life,

I realised how rich I was with your blessings,

The youth, health, wealth and blessings,

That are no more with me and not useful too,

As my senses have all gone weak.

Sitting at home in a corner like a used cartridge,

I was always unhappy for one or the other thing

And never enjoyed whatever I had.

Pining for what was not still gained.

I forgot to love you and your blessings

My son, my daughter, husband,

So many relatives and friends

Never gave me any content,

All that happiness I overlooked.

I thought it was very common.

I was like a traveller, pining for heaven,

Not looking around, the gardens and flowers.

But now I wish I was your paramour,

Who could love you without asking,

For your mercy, benevolence,

Or riches of this world.

I wish I was content

With the thoughts of your holy scent,

I could die for you as you died for us,

Nailed on the cross, crowned with thorns,

And forgive the plotters, killers, cheaters, all.

◄ My God

New Born ►


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