Author Lalleshwari Ill or well, whatever befalls, let it come. My ears will not hear, My eyes will not see. When the Voice calls from within the inmost mind, The lamp of faith burns steady and bright even in the wind. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments