He was a hideous beast
With a battered soul
A ripped heart
Tormented mind.
Hated since birth
His mother fainted
When she saw him
His father deserted him.
Two uncaring hands
Picked him up from street
Left him at the cold door of orphanage
He was taken in that living hell.
Not a single day passed away
Without his being singed.
When he reached his youth
He was angry, bitter, and resentful.
She was a beautiful rose
Born without a gardener
Every hand reached out for her
She was always on the run for cover.
They stumbled into each other
The beast found his love
The rose found his gardener
A beautiful garden of love bloomed.
A beautiful fire glowed
Inside the dark coal
And inside the battered flower
A river of nectar flowed.
Two souls destined to be ruined
Found God inside each other
They embraced each other and lived
God proved again that She cares.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
6 comments:
Beautiful feelings here.
It's been a long time..I'm glad you're still in it...
Keep on writing..
U put god as she. R u disappointed with Him?
thanks ajey.
dear selbon,
its a highly addictive time pass. :)
dear hb,
no, i believe god is beyond gender but i have worshipped God as mother since my childhood.
:)
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