Accomplishing Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

I have come out of my vice
I feel so charming, good and nice

The seeds of hatred sown
Into thick woody stems grown

I slain it from my heart
And make it totally apart

I hear the soft whispers of God
That inculcate the self to accord

And my mind and heart become
the slaves
Of the mighty conscientious waves

O! I am an accomplishing soul
Performing my life's duty and role

O! I am an accomplishing soul
On my route to achieve my goal