Self-Portrait of Prayers
Self-portrait of prayers
Millions of soul’s prayers and immensity of groans
In human language only as whispering sighs
Torment cannot paint an ancient longing
Even a word is not tempting the Lord, neither tonight
Please Lord, help the children
Bring me more of mother’s fragrance
Words of father sculpt in my forehead wrinkles
On my lips let me kiss the love of sisters
Do not sent away century embracement of my brother
Feed my grandchildren with letters and knowledge
Friends and the tribe cover me only with prosperity
Oh Lord of mine, cover humanity with more goodness
I remained locked in my loneliness, oh Lord
I don’t know a self-portrait even tomorrow,
Cannot redo nor today
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