Woven Worlds
I walk the last mile. I don’t know when the destined call
will come to go to God’s heavenly realm. As my eyes close
every night, I dedicate my devout flowers and my dedicated
twilight hours to Him. When I wake up, I thank Him for the
gracious gift of another new sunny day…
the dark path in light
fixed destination ordained
obscure last abode
contoured divine bay of bliss
disappeared footprints behind
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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