AND FALL
Sundays we arise
God yours not mine
sleeps
where in heaven
don't ask me
I have seen none till yesterday
I passed across a street
the house builders shop
he displayed a billboard
A nicely decorated house
fully furnished
lots of fruits on the dining table
HERE LIVES GOD
IN PEACE 'TIS PARADISE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With God in the same dining table; that's paradise; let's rise again...
nice to hearfrom u MB of BD