A night with Christ

Sometimes all,

I hear,

just the silence,

I don't know,

reason of my creation,

Am I not your child Christ?

Being deprived of family,

as an orphan,

You put me in flesh trade,

to smell the death every minute,

that I live

Never complained you,

Someone left a candle on the street lane,

I am lightening up,

making a prayer before you,

Just faded off,

I need badly,

a night with Christ

To sleep - with great silence,

To see,

an awaken morning -with,

peace,

tranquility in heart,

with a real smile in my lips

just saying that,

at last

a night with Christ

Sometimes all,

I have heard,

just now,

the silence.