Burgeon
Let me do the prayer
Let me cast the rain.
You won't sleep so soon,
I won't let you drain.
Let the light take the leaves,
wings of laughter cherish the trees.
Stout bottom to hold beneath.
Expanding roots to help you creep.
Let the light dare not to go
Lord will help the storm to go.
Let my rain serve the poor,
I won't let you sleep
There's miles more to go.
Copyright © Partha Pratim | Year Posted 2016
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