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O!LORD !
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English Poetry |
Standing on the Arabian shores,
Watching the big waves roar ,
The soul urges walking and wading deep ,
The mind warns of the shores to keep.
For imminent storms may loom at large
and toss the well crafted living barge .
So weaned on this golden mean
I, obediently ,to the shore do keep
and venture not into the treacherous deep ;
But fine barges are not built to bask in safe harbours
and sails forth into deep waters, where storms hover,
to keenly learn the valid lessons of life
and face stormy strife of every type .
Riding the waves to grow as guide ,
overlooking the pelf and pride .
Then no matter how high the storm,
or what quality the buried bomb .
I shall conquer heinous Hate
and also my fortuitous Fate.
Bless me , Lord , Help me, tab the scroll .
And so protect my wandering ,wavering soul !
Very timely thought. Well said!
Need of the hour for brave heart & gutsy spirit to face and surmount the challenges of our terror-stricken times.
K
Poem of feeling delight in pondering
A sort of an elegant prayer is the feeling
Liked immensely
Hearty commends