Poetry by Harinder Cheema

My Humble Prayer

Standing in your shrine
I feel you are only mine
I walk with “You” hand in hand
I talk to you about your land
Where there is no grief or misery
Where life is eternal luxury
Where one is not jealous of the neighbours
Where eternal Happiness is granted for a little labour
Where the Universe dances to your tune
Where the Sun rises from your room
Where the Moon reflects your face
Where stars and planets sing your praise
Where souls walk sans bones and flesh
Where there is no bitterness
I will work hard to meet you there
Oh! Lord, this is my humble prayer

Copyright@Harinder Cheema