Sunday, 23 December 2012

this too shall pass

In thy presence,
I seek no other voice,
That in power has its word in resonance,
And I work to curb the inner noise.

Let thine power ever shine,
And give the intense bless,
For I can then call thee mine,
And to limit the prowess of mine stress.

Bestow thy strands of joy and sorrow,
For I can relish both with same passion,
Moments that pass not in vain is what I want to borrow,
Bestow on me thine quality of compassion.

In thy presence,
I look upon no other form,
That brings much pleasance,
Which indeed is a feeling so warm.

4 comments:

Arun said...

Interesting picture with good thoughts and verse, keep writing good ones

Suhasini Srihari said...

Thank you for the comment Sir!
I did check your message on 'Goodreads' and I can only say that I felt really happy that this blog-post made your weekend an enjoyable one! :)

Shivani said...

I really enjoyed this poem. I could feel your bliss through your words. Even more fascinating is the title you chose!

Suhasini Srihari said...

I'm glad I could express my feelings so effectively and thanks to you for letting me know your say on this write-up! :D

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