I make a supplication to God

Approximately an year ago, I tried my hand over poetry. Now that I've realized after seeing Vikram Seth's book titled The Golden Gate that I can never in my life write a good poetry. Still that was the time when I felt that the writing world was down on my knees and anything and everything was not too difficult to achieve because all I thought it to be as 'filling up the pages'. With time I've realised the depth of writing and the meaning behind it. 

Still I won't be ashamed to present you the poem hereby, because I think that at least I tried. (It seems to motivational but it disheartens, too)

I accommodate myself in pain

When I feel lost and failed

Nature derives me ‘off the shore’

When I crave for more

Then and there

I make supplication to God,

For His humble shows down here

 

Often I kneel down

Stammering for justice

Under His derive stature

Over His crown

Therefore, I make a supplication to God

For His humble showers down here

 

 

From core of the earth, to crust of relationships

There exists just for a sake

An ill-defined word ‘Fake’

I disguise to make a supplication God

Forever and ever