Holy mother, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death,
Amen

my first poem

Fleeing away from the nothingness
And escape to the actual world in
These deserts with no true companion
If hope is lost everything is lost
What to do in this world
There is no one to soothe the mind
Remember the olddays where
You are struggling with frailty
But life is now refreshing with hope
When will I go to home in country side
The peaceful darkness of winter nights
Are welcoming me for a sojourn
Winter has got an earthly fragrance
That pacifies the soul of simple-minded
When will I meet the otherhalf
The call of work calling me back

Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain; the woman who has reverence for god is to be praised