Sunday Poem By Anjali De Nandi, Mom
Rose and thorn
I pray to God, Hey! Dear!
Bless me, bless! Bless! Bless!
Kindly gift me a new birth
As a lovely rose
On this earth.
But he send me as thorn of rose.
So, i become fear,
Not love, yes….Yes….Yes…
I take place very near of rose.
Yes, too near!
Yet, i am not rose.
Then I complain against my God.
Why did you do it?
You have no blessing on me, dear!
Then he says,
You are too dear of rose.
Because you save her always.
Then I believe that God is ever good.
He will do good, does good and did good.
Yes, he can, could.
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