Thee, I look at every dawn
To get inspired for day ahead
Sour previous night, I’d still not pawn
Lest it recoil and shuffle all plans
As soon as life on earth burgeoned
Realised junk heap would do no good
My hope my solace chained since then
My faith as mountain stands and stood
Abhor memories stinging eyes
Tears arid as deserts forlorn
Swimming in abysmal disguise
Not the only reason I warn
In fact, wait for your precious glimpse
My soul your soft cushion it seeks
For sky can crease or crimp as wills
But my will is focused on thee
©Sunila .. 19/11/2016.
An excellent,faith-centred poem.
Many thanks for your kind words, Vijay Nair ji!