WHEN I KNOW...















When I know
That my life has a purpose,


When I know
That there is a reason to live beyond my own heart beat,


When I know
That I am secure just by gazing at the blue, bright sky,


When I know
That there are enough stars for me to guide,


When I know
That God doesn’t forsake any of His children,


When I know
That my fear is just a passing cloud,


When I know
That no bitterness is worth writing on a stone,


When I know
That there are friends, who do not need my reminders,


When I know
That my love is LOVE only when the lust goes,


When I know
That I am manipulating my dear one with the dangle of my care,


When I know
That people shun me when my heart is unclean,


When I know
That I need someone beside be when I am in pain,


When I know
That no one can live my life for me,


When I know
That everything in my life happens for my good,


When I know
That I should never cease to be a kid,


When I know
That I came with my bare hands and would go the same way,


When I know
That this very land is my Promised Land,


When I know
That this very life is the Life After,


When I know
That I cried last night not because I felt lost and lonely,


When I know
That I have smiled in my life much, much more than I have cried,


When I know
That I need, again and again, the hug of love,


When I know
That I can do well even without,


When I know
That I am just a longing soul,


When I know
That I have a lot and lot and lot to know…




GERALD D’CUNHA


Pic.: Vivek D’Cunha


Comments

Anonymous said…
very refreshing... inspiring.

Thanx.

...Maxim
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks Maxim... Glad, u like it.

Keep reading...

Love,

GERRY
MARAN said…
I liked the movement in this poem!

Great!

- MARAN
Gerald D'Cunha said…
Thanks Maran... Glad, u loved this post.

Keep reading, and helping.

Love,

GERRY

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