The flower bed

life is not the bed of flowers
It is of laughs and cries,
in the grip of laughs
also in a drop of tears
fills the heart of earth.
in desires of god
the blackened sin,
washes out itself
as if the darkness,
disappears by the welcome
of morning shines.
the god in his hand
with te burning candle
moves from door to door
to light up the thread of conscience.
in the heart of everyone
to reach at the salvation
get your own the almighty
the loves of god
to achieve peace along the life
certainly the darkness will be
vanished and you will
gain the reverence,too.

-Manjushree Das.