Krishnanand Guptar Poet Rhyme

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Posted on Poetry Soup 6 November 2023

Submitted to Confessional Poetry Contest of Tom Woody

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A Simple Prayer

*To seek divine mercy in the aftermath of a major coronary surgery I underwent towards the end of last month.
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                                             A Simple Prayer*

                            O supreme Lord, give me the strength
                                   To bear with fortitude my pain,
                                    Bestow upon me the courage
                                 To meet without groan any strain.

                                   O mighty Lord, let your mercy
                                And the bright aura of your grace
                                   Heal the core of my surgery
                              And restore the shine of my health.

                                   Mightiest among the mighty
                                      And the universe guardian,
                                From the depth of my heart I pray
                                  That you do lighten my burden.

                               My whole life I have been chanting
                                 Hymns of your wonderful glories,
                                My whole life I have been prizing
                              Your name in the crest of my heart.

                                  For ever I have kept my mind
                               Free of evil thoughts for all men,
                              Sought peace for the entire world
                              And treated all humans as friends.

                                    For ever I have spent my life
                                    In extending a helping hand
                               To all souls  dipped in a grim strife
                                  And to every folk in dire needs.

                                 Gracious Lord, if deep suffering 
                                  Is by You inscribed in my fate,
                                  Let me with pleasure digest it,
                              Let me of such stern stuff be made.

                                 Merciful Lord, I seek Your grace
                                  To ever cleanse my inner soul
                                  Of any remnants of low taste
                                That I am worth to be Your child.

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