Thy Judgment

Hello Everyone,

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.

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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.

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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

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