In The Mud House Lie I With The Candle Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
In The Mud House Lie I With The Candle
In the mud house lie I with
The small burning candle,
The candle is getting smaller and smaller
And I have not an alternative to that,
Not even an additional one
And with it i have to pass the whole night,
My God.
Just Thou art, Thou art with me,
Nothing, but Thy blessings,
Nothing, but Thy blessings,
Thou my candle, the ray of hope,
The flicker of light.
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