Need of Bleesing
O! Lord of lights( sun)
Child predictable.
Your pace and route
Not so much adorable.
So someday for change
Rise against the trends.
We are the poor southern
Suffered from the born.
If change is the rule of nature
Then why not changed your nature.
Please, shower your blessings
We are also your kind offsprings.
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