I am w e r e r
a n d
Who never ceases to wonder
At the whooping wonders of the maker.
He who creates without “blunnder”
His greatness, I cannot decipher.
The sky he uses as a cover,
That which stands without any pillar,
The scorching sun, shining star as well as his manna
Show that he’s super.
Our breath and death, winter and summer
Are evidence of his pure power.
Oh! When I begin to wander in my wonder,
I tend to forget about the counting calendar
For my wonder is enough tranquilizer .
I am a “wonderer”.