While life equals desert,
Tragedy stirs flood,
Have a Touch of Lord’s lotus,
You would be spirited with His gut.
Hope, enterprise , love,
The oasis of dreary life,
If not as benediction come,
Then sing the psalm of wise.
Drinking illusion’s dark,
Life’s poison taste,
Futile frustration tends to,
Being bankrupt in Passion’s bed.
While life equals desert,
All wave good bye,
You sing the name of your lord,
And cry a vacant cry.
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