a satisfied heart
It is a hut with a broken wall,
its windows are weak
and ever open without any door,
Though it is ancient and old
My palace is in that hut.
Yes my palace in that hut.
The days dawn on my roof,
every drop of rain enters my window
Breeze will blow in and blow out at will,
Yet, my palace is in that hut
My angel may be in dirty rags
Her smile is enough to light that palace
She may prepare humble foods
but they are my royal feast
Her hands may be bare without gold bangles
but she is worth any gold one may think of
Her presence has changed that hut to a fort
Another reward for my hut:
my Lord resides there,
playing with his mighty hands
His strong shoulders with loving face
will chase any troubles and pains
His courage and confidence are my
life's guiding lights
Stars and moon will visit my hut at night
to fetch a glory of His merciful sight.
We are rich and richer than any in this world
living with simple joys and sweet delights
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Poetry by SAKTHEERAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2009-11-10 at 09:06
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My palace in a hut
My palace in a hutIt is a hut with a broken wall,
its windows are weak
and ever open without any door,
Though it is ancient and old
My palace is in that hut.
Yes my palace in that hut.
The days dawn on my roof,
every drop of rain enters my window
Breeze will blow in and blow out at will,
Yet, my palace is in that hut
My angel may be in dirty rags
Her smile is enough to light that palace
She may prepare humble foods
but they are my royal feast
Her hands may be bare without gold bangles
but she is worth any gold one may think of
Her presence has changed that hut to a fort
Another reward for my hut:
my Lord resides there,
playing with his mighty hands
His strong shoulders with loving face
will chase any troubles and pains
His courage and confidence are my
life's guiding lights
Stars and moon will visit my hut at night
to fetch a glory of His merciful sight.
We are rich and richer than any in this world
living with simple joys and sweet delights
________________________________________
Poetry by SAKTHEERAVICHANDRAN
Read 372 times
Written on 2009-11-10 at 09:06
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