Don't you think that there is someone always by our side, keeping an eye over us and silently helping us?


An Ode to Her

I cross the treacherous stream, under her watchful sight.
Holding her sure hands, I walk through the deep woods at night.
When alone at home I am lonely,
Her presence drives away melancholy.

During nights when awake I lie,
Puts me to sleep Her mysterious voiceless lullaby.
She lingers close when the storm is near,
And quietly enjoys the sunshine still keeping me dear.

When my head is ruled by the evil black serpent,
She taunts me till I repent.
If by chance I carry out the commands of Satan,
She will with no pity wield on me her dreaded baton.

Oh holy one, filled with grace,
Who gave thee a beautiful face?
Who sent thee to be by my side?
Who made thee my guide?

Oh just one
Qualms have I none
That you will walk with me
Over the steep mountain and along the calm sea.

Oh fair one,
Words have I none.
To thank thee,
For always being with me.




Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-05-11 at 12:56

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