At Eightyone A Prayer Poem by Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

At Eightyone A Prayer



My heart is strong from years of toil
My mind is pure by prayer beyond spoil
My intellect is astute with no vicious thought to soil
My deeds upright that no vice can embroil
May the merciful Lord save me from moil

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