As a kid I used to wonder,
About this man with Divine power;
To see Him people from far gather,
Wanting to bask under His love Showers.
As I grew I went distance apart.
And the world took its place in my heart.
I struggled, I survived;
But in my heart I cried.
It is then I captured the glimpses
Of His divine gentle gestures;
I cried to Him, hurt my heart
And broke apart.
While He talked about good and pure;
The world filled with love; take this for sure
Into His good I am secured,
Away from fret of the world, I'm cured.
©annam
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