When He Touched The Rope
A Anjandev Roy
0
Altın Yaprak
When the young pilgrim touched the rope,
His joys knew no bounds,
He realised the great importance of it
In his anxious soul,
He looked forward and backward with profound emotion,
Everywhere the pilgrim felt all-pervasive peace and happiness,
Tears of immense joy and pleasure rolled down from his cheeks,
For the first time......
The young traveller felt the real purpose of his life,
He found the coziest shelter within.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş