A Beautiful poem written by Mani
The pain that my bosom bears
Is not at all tiring for me
If only i have the grace of Thee
Shall i suffer happily.
Farther they push, deeper i go
Making my journey easier is all they do
For my altar is not from where i'm thrown
It’s His presence that i seek from the depth unknown.
Unfazed by losses, unruffled by victory
They all seem the same somehow
Walking in the wilderness since long
A resting place this soul wants now.
Lost in this precipice of darkness
A voice this heart wishes to hear
That says, "Ever since i made you,
my child, have i loved you dear."
Mani
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