I don’t desire to wear a sad face too long
When I know I live in a world of flowers and birds
And that the evening will usher in a sky of scattered stars,
When I know hopeful prayers and songs
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yes, his eye is on the sparrow... do you know that old hymn?
Hai! Poet! The profound, prolific, mystic mind reflects, and refrain of fain, strain thoughts flowing and filling the pure hearts. The poem opious, pious of truth. The track of truth, worth and mirth. God bless you.
Good poem. I like it Satheesh kumar