Wednesday, August 24, 2011

"Prayers"



Flames burns,
on the chapel ridge...
On a sabbath eve,
the balustrade debris...
Wine has dried up,
in the golden Chalice...
And the canticles fades,
with no light in it...
Before the morning dew,
in the night death may come...
Death is always in the air,
& the lord will gather some...
My fingers shivers,
and I dropped the crucifix...
My knees getting weak,
heavy I feel my both eyelids...
Nobody is there for me now,
No! Not even me...
After my death,
somebody please say my prayers for me...
Virgin Mary prays dear lord,..
Bt it seems in vain...
So please atleast let your
tears fall as blessed rain...!!!