Presently my situation is like the dew that neither is hanging on the tree nor is on the wet.ground. Amidst the chaos of mind, my thoughts wander into jungles of expressionless blank misery weeping and suffering from the agony of the brutalities of the quest for peace. My mother does not want me nor does my wife. Death does not need me nor does the Supreme Protector of all races in question across the entire universe. I feel trapped within the dunes of sands again quiet suffocated by the bland emotions.
I call upon for His help but my Lord is still silent which seems to be a big sign for worry. None has helped me except the Supreme in such situations. I stand still and look upon to the blue sky of peace just to find myself still perturbed with the problems lost in the jungles of my thoughtful mind.
Asking myself over and over again whether I have been a good son or husband, I find the answer to be highly disturbing. Probably, something I wouldn't want to face.
I call upon for His help but my Lord is still silent which seems to be a big sign for worry. None has helped me except the Supreme in such situations. I stand still and look upon to the blue sky of peace just to find myself still perturbed with the problems lost in the jungles of my thoughtful mind.
Asking myself over and over again whether I have been a good son or husband, I find the answer to be highly disturbing. Probably, something I wouldn't want to face.