Electricity on leave
Gossip gone crazy
Sympathy hard to receive
Hands too languid and lazy
Hope hides like a needle in a haystack
Pockets deflated, denuded of cash
On a wicked wall whimpers your back
Chaperones telling you to hush
Mind in a spin
Conscience at sixes and sevens
Pain your feelings pin
Rains on strike in the heavens
Adept advice given
Ears too stubborn to listen
Sins by the dozen forgiven
Hard knocks your plight worsen
Temptation teases, urging you to give up
Little voice enjoins you to persevere
When your parched lips sip a libation from a cantankerous cup
Tough decisions urge you God to revere
Suddenly, mind clears
Despair dissolves
Your faith in the right direction steers
As providence your puzzle resolves
Perking up your mood
Although providence powers you never understand
Whether providence does you good or gives your famished fabric fertile food
If you pour your cares into God's heavenly hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopes hide and spark with spark of electricity. An interesting poem is beautifully penned. An interesting sharing is done really.10