His Blessings
Moment soon the soul whimper,
Hesitate to touch mighty feet;
Lose mettle idle crafty plot hover
And steep mind loyal rational heat:
Sure cling he each bums bend,
By stretching own hands smugly surround.
Neither sophism could impress him;
Nor pile of offering delight,
Need not hold, pity merge gleam,
His traces are above all bright,
His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest
His blessings washes our shabby resist.
When some receive his blessings...
Look hundredfold ideas dense success;
Distrust not life shows dreary happenings
Seem sadden cry in screaming guess,
Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink
What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.
Copyright © Ravindra Kumar | Year Posted 2013
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