The moment one is born...
He gifts 'life'
His unseen hands
embrace with love
His unseen ears
listen to the cries
His unseen eyes
alert to the needs
it's like
we are all guests
and our basic needs
fulfilled by the guest house
with unconditional love
this is the simplest theory of life
which one fails to realize
whatever position you reach
whatever situation you face
whichever condition you are
HE takes care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guest house..HE is the supreme power..so true of your words Sir. One fails to realize his importance.. Well written..Beautiful it is..it touched my soul to the core. Wishes.