The Clouds of a Storm - Original By Rabindranath Tagore
If my mind rushes like the clouds
Of a storm since it’s restless
God forgive me, please forgive me
I ask for your forgiveness.
My poor sinless mind
Has come on the shore of sin!
God please have mercy:
Open your door let me in.
I live in the water
But I am dying of thirst!
God take a look at me
Please give pure joy in my heart.
Copyright © Asif Andalib | Year Posted 2012
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