I just came across a fantastic rally for the poets. They call it as Thursday Poets Rally. Thanks Promising Poets Parking Lot for introducing the rally to me. So, here is my poem for this rally.
Look not upon my evil qualities,
Oh lord, thy judgment is final.
A piece of iron, in temple, is your image.
And at the right temperature, it melts
the same way a butchers tool or a cage
even though, for each, its own purpose awaits.
Waiting for the awakening bell
to remove from the depths of my heart, the blindness
due to which, this world today is a terrible hell
waiting for thee, I am, Oh lord, to eliminate the darkness.
For my destiny still, I search, not ease
is this pain, nor can I as of now dwell
with calm of mind, or in peace
nor can I grab it, as usually, we will.
For thy will, I wait to unfold
Oh lord, help me enclose my final destiny
The reason of my existence, for being foretold
I look on, to thee, Oh majesty.
Till then look upon not on my evil qualities
Oh lord! thy judgment is final.
Hope you liked it. This is a simple way of saying, forgive me for all sins lord till I know my purpose. Forgive me lord for not trying to know my purpose!! Ha ha!!
with warm regards