Troubled Heart
Troubled heart
Its me your kinsman
Life calls for success in businesses and love bound affairs.
I have hope to see the smile of life reflecting in my life,
But,its the the hardest task that keeps on evaluating in my trail of success.
When I want to start a business its the joy of all traders to make profit,
When I take a PSV ride its always everyone's sign of relieve we are assured of safe arrival.
But always on the back of the mind is
It cant happen to me,
None pictures him/herself as a victim of another's mistake.
Yet if its a road accident one is never assured a safe arrival,
But we never take a chance to thank God for His protection in our lives,
The weather pattern chances each and every second but even the micro second is accounted for by God
Why plan how to invest yet you are not involving God.
Why paln to harvest another man's garden yet God could have blessed you with a harvest
Ask and it will be given,question is if I ask for a Mercedes what will God give me
A house may be built but its never complete without God's intervention
Signal of hope are live everywhere we go but none takes note of the signs,
All see the symptoms of life regrets and not hand of God involved.
Shy me away from evil but keep money in my territory,
This prayer I ask the giver of all,but do not take ur presence from my life.
To those I have wronged in life and to those who know the weakness of this poem I dare ask for a forgiveness but to the millions who have wronged me I pray that its forgiven
Unto my heart I clean my body but my image I live the world to frame it as it wishes.
I have no value wishing for others fortune but to me be mine and mine in full..
Chuimunga the poet
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