Move Mountains
In the starless nights and cloudy days,
to travel in the tortuous trail of life isn’t easy.
When the flowers turn pallid and the trees tawny,
on barren garden path in tears of toil hopes dissolve.
When the journey is long and the time finite,
at the dark end of tormenting tunnel I don’t see light.
When in the wasteland of destiny in the stormy nights
the shards of splintered sky fall around me, I forlornly find.
I don’t question the dictate of the supreme designer,
wait for the sparkle of the starry nights and sunny days.
Without complaint I take the transient time of His as it is,
and wait for the spring of emerald trees and fragrant flowers.
Under fallen sky my broken dreams lie in debris mount,
I’ll go within searching the soul’s sanctum for divine light,
surrender totally to His control, and His will I’ll devoutly comply,
with His blessing I’ll get the inner strength, so I can move mountains.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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