To carry it is bothering,
Troubling and clouding the mind,
Wearing the body out,
Plunging thoughts aimlessly,
There are things we can never control,
Fortune and Misfortune,
To take or to be taken,
To receive or to lost something,
And the time comes,
When we are desperate,
Reaching to the hands,
The visible hands,
When we are disappointed,
On the help we did not receive,
We reached to another hands,
The invisible hands,
Those hands are not for the naked eyes,
But through Faith and Heart of Ihsan.
This poem truly uplifted me. Very beautiful
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Thank you. I really appreciate it. 😀
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