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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 !

2 Comments

  1. Kusum Gokarn says:

    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

  2. Vishvnand says:

    Poem of feeling delight in pondering
    A sort of an elegant prayer is the feeling
    Liked immensely
    Hearty commends

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