Anita Sehgal (Delhi)
A Tormented Soul
Tormented by petty desires,
Base emotions …
Ignoble thoughts run riot,
When did Thy image get polluted -
Cleanse me of all imperfections,
That I may be worthy of Thee,
Full of love for Thee and all Thy creation!
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