Sunrise Glory Abundant glory of his mercy Shines through and seeps through Invading the soul with a charm Preventing from all the harm Nurturing, giving the warmth His mercies act up like a balm Sikiladi
I Am Tired
The simple dreams and all freedom of the docile Indian daughter in law or wife in the conservative families still exist like some distant wish. This poem speaks of the feelings of many such women who dare not break free yet strive for the day they have their own identity. I am tired to … Continue reading I Am Tired
MAKE ME PURE
The sentiments of a sinner wanting cleansing.The sentiments of an injured soul seeking healing.