Days in far off land

When the sun kisses the curtains of the window,
I sense the soothing touch of your palm on my cheeks.
When the gust of moist wind gushes in through the panes,
I hear your wet lips humming songs of love in my ears.

From the balcony I witness the green trees lazily swinging,
And realize hazily our rubbing arms sitting by the lotus pond.
When birds flock together, fly and soar high in the sky chirping,
I remember our family in merriment by the secret lake.

Late in the afternoon when a father walks his kids home,
I feel the tight grip of tiny hand of our angel around my finger.
When the dark heavy clouds float hastily for the horizon,
My heart longs for a flight home into the arms of my wife.

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(The picture is from the lobby of Hotel Humpi in Hyderabad.)

God bless Zambia

In God’s own land of Zambia,
I feel His presence all around,
And I am strengthened in His people.

For they are blessed with His peace,
For they honor Him indeed,
They love my Lord in word and in deed.

And rejoice they in the joy that He alone can give,
Among the hardships of life and in its chores,
My brothers here have hope in Jesus.

His covenant for eternity fills them to the brim,
Blessed are these souls who serve the Lord,
For they are humble to the core.

May showers of mercy and grace fall on them,
And quench their thirst with living waters from heaven,

May my Lord be their ruler and Zambia be His kingdom forever.

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(The tree in the picture is from the Southern Province of Zambia where slave trades used to happen not many years ago. A reminder of how cruelly humans can treat their own kind.)