A wreath of songs I go on threading;
Oh Lord, nothing more is there.
In gladness and in grief I serenade Thee;
By that I get pleased.
In lifeless pre-Creation You had been awakened;
By a universe You'd conferred sweetness fresh.
Amid the wee nonexistent, everything You fetched;
And hence Your merits I sing.
With fall and rise I am moving on Your path;
At times have I fallen, but ever rising stood I have.
In Your devised rhythmic dance, I am going mad;
Lacking Your presence is everybody.
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Saturday, June 15, 2024
What am I really?
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