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Crying Mercy


                                               Crying Mercy

                          Hurled down the depth of a desolate ditch
                             By folks envious of my blazer to cloak,
                           To the lowest tide of despair, I`ve reached
                      And pace of my breath points to a heart stroke.

                     With sad clouds of stress stretching to the neck
                             Hardly I can eye sunshine in the sky
                        And the boat of my life seems to be wrecked
                       With the weight of rolling waves of deep sighs.
  
                           No more can I stroll for long on a beach,
                              Tread along the flank of a sloping hill,
                              Swim in the azure sea like a grey fish
                            Or taste the sweet joy of tilling the field.

                            O Good Lord, I pray for your compassion
                            To melt any guilt of mine from past lives,
                             And beseech your lenience for infraction 
                                To any of your rules during my strife.

                                O Mighty Lord, I yearn for your mercy
                              To gaze at the shine of your divine light,
                                  For your lenience I am ever thirsty,
                              I pray that you shore up my astral flight. 

                               O Supreme Lord, I cry for your mercy
                          To bestow on me strength to quit this ditch,
                             Of your fatherly grace, make me worthy
                            That I may attain the shrine of your feet.

                            O Graceful Lord, I scream for your mercy
                              From the very depth of my pining heart,
                                   All that I cherish is a humble lee
                             In your realm that I may serve you apart.

                            O Lord, I pray I`m released from this drain,
                                     InflictIng upon me bodily pain,
                                  That the celestial sky I may attain
                                Your humble servant ever to remain.
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Alex Avatar
December 12, 2024 at 2:55 AM
"depth of a desolate ditch", "boat of my life seems to be wrecked", "sweet joy of tilling the field" - entire poem is very powerful with the prayer in the second half. Congratulations!
Guptar Avatar
December 13, 2024 at 8:11 AM
Dear poet friend, thanks for visiting my page and for appreciating the above poem. Your highly positive comments have made my day to shine amidst the sad clouds of stress stretching to my neck. Wish you a pleasant day and upcoming weekend.
Ibeh Avatar
December 11, 2024 at 6:12 PM
Krishnanand, heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest with this amazing spiritual piece. It's always a delight to read you!
Guptar Avatar
December 11, 2024 at 9:27 PM
Thanks again poet Ibeh for appreciating my write and for the placement of the above poem in the poetry contest sponsored by you. Your positive comments inspire me not to give up submitting poems in PS poetry contest. Wish you a pleasant upcoming day.
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