Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens <br />Satan and sins, Thy desire <br />Gave us fear <br />This time last year <br />In nocturnal December <br />Tsunami butted us on to despair <br /> <br />Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens <br />Evil and suffer, Thy desire <br />Gave us deluge to expire <br />Again in nocturnal November <br />This grave year <br />An unforgettable misery somber <br /> <br />Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens <br />Thou glee shall flee <br />Perishing with us souls eerie <br />Pounce on here to see <br />The unseen destinstion under an estuary-canopy <br />A seething change herein are we <br /> <br />Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens <br />Thrusted by the torrential rain <br />With tyrannic might the quaffed whole main <br />Mounted numbers of fallen lives down slain <br />Unhappy sign <br />Thy Mercy shall stop the chain <br /> <br />Praises to Thee Lord of Heavens <br />Sooner rings the New Year <br />Pictures of gone history poor <br />Be it pictures mere <br />Shan't be hung any more <br />Shan't be born any more <br />And Thy Mercy, will commend gaiety? <br />Hopefully Yours...<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopefully-yours/
