“ THE DYING SOUL” Worn out soul is knocking loudly, Knocking at Thy heaven’s door O let my soul also be there..! Dancing, singing and merrymaking On Thy divine celestial floor; For ages, me has been as suffering In the dark of dismal den Lurking shadows of death so fearing Poor soul crying with pain..!! In this weary and cruel world, Pleasures were, but were so rare And even those were lost somewhere In the dark of brutal world..! And plenty of piercing pains; For, I always favoured the fair Barring all the gains unfair, For, me never wished to dare To disobey Thy rules so fine Inscribed as they are there In Thy holy books divine; As I’ve heard the sages’ say “Those who follow Thy holy rules Shall always in heaven they dwell, And those who disobey thy order Shall perish in depth of hell..!” Me thy as a holy child Sacred as thy sacred words Lying on my death bed today Beg for Thy mercy mild, O ! let my bleeding soul sneak In the dawn of divine door The shackled soul in body so weak Is straining to get liberate From the fetters of worldly affairs; O! let my soul burry in peace No, now no more delayed For I always found me there Looted, cheated and betrayed In the realms of mortal world...!!! By:- (c )Rights—Lokendra Kumar Singh Porush Aug16, 2014
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 15:43:57 +0000
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