God left my soul on vacation.
A monster began to monitor my mind.
Goodness turned a gangster,
Gorging my peace as a glutton.
My temple trips tumbled upon
Unknown fears,lodging my soul
In the terrains of torpid tendencies,
Causing a dumping of frustrations.
I was waiting for a high five with God.
How long the wait was going to be,
Would tell upon the courage counts
That fell further into the fathoms of fear.
Right or wrong each one's routine is a rigmarole
With rambling exits running into rough weather;
On God's return after His sojourn,or my reform,
A high five with God will save my soul from storm.
P. Chandrasekaran.
Goodness turned a gangster,
Gorging my peace as a glutton.
My temple trips tumbled upon
Unknown fears,lodging my soul
In the terrains of torpid tendencies,
Causing a dumping of frustrations.
I was waiting for a high five with God.
How long the wait was going to be,
Would tell upon the courage counts
That fell further into the fathoms of fear.
Right or wrong each one's routine is a rigmarole
With rambling exits running into rough weather;
On God's return after His sojourn,or my reform,
A high five with God will save my soul from storm.
P. Chandrasekaran.
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