Let not my efforts crush
That my enemies sit and laugh
Rather clouded in fame
All in the glory of thy name
By your manifold,great mercies
Let me abide in thy good tendencies
For the world rise
In earnest to swallow me
That destiny obscure me
Till i die!
In faith i forbid!
That their brains meet
In harmony
Their action be scuttled
Never again to settle
Hallelujah!
As they fall
An then-- i shall stand tall
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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