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Leena Kumari Poem
Inside the four walls is my agony surpasses the night
The day is replaced with work, and time slides by
Animals seemed privileged and were cared for bright
Why not I am cared but cut half throat left to die
How long is the test that has no end squeezes my rest?
Oh, when will my eyes smile and heart breathe delight
Who will let me live my life again and wipe the cry
I am killed by the one who’s supposed to stand by
Where can I go? Who will heal me and ease my pain
My God, you know all before, but let them walk by
How long is the test that has no end, that squeezes my rest?
Am I not your choice, and aren’t your love
Oh, my heavenly Father, speak that I may hear
I have no answer for my lost dears
How long is the test that has no end, has no end?
Still, my heart does not understand
It is so painful to see mine with someone
HE spat on my face and banged me on the wall
Builds his family and does not even think of me once
How long is the test that has no end, has no end?
I have nothing in life except the memories of rejection
These dig a grave but do not bury me
I am half dead and alive with broken arms and legs
Physically alive but insane, living in a fantasy world
I am losing all my faith, lord, come and restore
How long is the test that has no end, has no end?
Copyright © Leena Kumari | Year Posted 2025
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Leena Kumari Poem
Value people when they have life
Strangely, people understand lately
Everything is loud and clear, yet blinds
Still, people find it challenging, but why? honestly
Wait, let’s unpack the fact.
Dead people do not speak
Neither response is to pick a fight
They are calm and quiet
Due to which they candlelight
Celebrate the opponent's flight
Words flow with compassion disguised
The love poured out seamlessly
Memorial services filled with sighs
If he wakes up again endlessly?
All the love talks bag up sky’s
Life goes on as usual
Two kinds live in the world.
Loving people keep loving
Evil people keep hating.
Living in a broken world
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Leena Kumari Poem
Death is the last enemy that God fought on the cross
His creation for mankind was immortal
Oh, one deception hampered God’s created world
Death is inevitable, but certain for all born human beings
Sad to see such days like Job’s faith tested by the tragic news that comes one after another
These are the days that terrify the world with the sad stories
No bed, no oxygen, no hospitals, no dear ones around, no decent burials
Son arranges an oxygen cylinder, and cops take it away; the child’s mother dies after two hours
A senior citizen dies by donating his bed to a young family man, and dies after two days
Systems and Government failed miserably in handling the virus, and Oh God, restore us,
Oh God, where the world is heading, dead bodies are on the streets, in the hospital too
Such a cursed time we watch fear and painful stories
Refreshed by your word that man’s life is just a water bubble
Who can heal the wounded world and stop the death angel? Hear our prayers we repent
Heal the land, we turn from our wicked ways, Be our saviour and a living God;
Love of God has the power to redeem us and keep us, and His arms are wide open to save
God’s love doesn’t care about our mistakes
Iniquities take us far from God
Satan tries to interrupt your journey
Be in God’s hands, human love changes
A series of storms can pass by you
You are safe under the shadow of the almighty
The Lord is your keeper
Do not run away from God….
Be in God’s hand
Copyright © Leena Kumari | Year Posted 2025
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