Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2014
Words descend in Her worship,
Always singing for Her divinity,
These hymnal pieces of poetry...

Answering violence peacefully,
These resonating bottomlands,
Mutter the peace of pure love..

Demanding only love from Her,
Here I am perservingly waiting,
Just words of love in my world.
My HP Poem #583
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems