Take me away
You are the mightiest, your wonders how do I define?
I feel so little holding onto fingers of thine.
My sickness and disease, stand against my own being-
darkness I do SEE, yet dread the devil.
My poems and melodies cry for freedom and peace-
my poverty, known to all, whom shall I plead?
Show me the way- for you're the only one,
amidst the howling wind and thundering gust,
towards salvation- you walk barefoot and leave the dust-
take me along...
take me away....
oh! my 'self' be my guardian...........
Copyright © Pushpa Palanchoke | Year Posted 2014