Who are You, whom I see not?
Yet You claim You are mine,
While on my bed, I rot,
I sense a power- so divine.
Why do You help a hand?
Who in reality Do I deny,
In the silence of the falling sand-
I'll find You, whenever I cry.
Why should I believe You?
When I know My mom is Dead,
I dare say You were there too,
And mockery it is-
For its You who Led.
My anger, You say is unjutified,
But then, I did lose my other Alma mater,
I ask Thee: Was my father's Death, a must?
You just increased my pain-
From former to the latter.
Now as I speak to You, Dear God,
You may hope for me to Pray,
The Prayer will always be a longing-
To You, my Lord;
For I celebrate My Death, Today. |
Submission Name: My Death
