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A Sorrowful Gifted Life

To me this world Is a pious and lovable Creation of Lord For, He has given Innumerable gifts For the human uplift But for many It is just a place of Selfish exploitation And they misuse The lovely gifts of God It is abuse An open disrespect To the creator Why we forget That we were so helpless When we appeared On the earth And our birth Was His greatest gift Human life is gifted When God is too merciful To our tortured soul And it is a chance to repent Our sins and make our soul Pious again So a solace we can regain I’m sorry for those Who waste this golden life In the dusty strife

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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