An Ardent Prayer Poem by Subrata Ray

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Give me a place,
Under Your grace,
And ignite the flame of devotion.

Make me meek,
Efface all tricks,
And lift above the inert-mind.

Bestow on me,
An Honest-oriented heart of joy,
And take away passion for toys.

Reduce me into a fleeting brook,
That visits Your foot-prints,
And wash your feet.

Impel in me an ardent hunger,
For the bliss of your mead,
That may I have in my lone retreat.

Open the wailing spring of tears,
Like sudden monsoon in my winter,
And come in person to your orphan.

Install the frenzy for secret-share.,
Of all Your will -good and bad,
And for Your touch ever wilds in me the mad. A Secret