Salty tears dribbled off my faulty mind.
Pardon, lo! my Lord;
accept these drops.
My hot pain spills from
the heart of hopes,
To reach Thy abode Lord, with innocent mind.
Once in dream, I heard a sound:
'be good, do good along the path righteous go'
My God, Thou Generates
Organizes 'nd Destroys.
At Thy Will, not to wink
but to succumb, God.,
Tears alone, are prayer. A humble heart will lead us on the path of rightousness. Merciful God, forgives. Well penned.; D
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At Thy Will! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.