Treasure Island

Pushkar Bisht

(26.06.1985 / Pithoragarh (Uttaranchal))

Every day’s prayer


O Almighty,
May a bright and cheerful
Morning knock at the door.
May all rays of the sun
Keep us holy and pure in thoughts.

May we hear the chirpings
Of beautiful birds
In our neighbourhood.
May my every breath
Take your name.
May my heart beat for you.

May we help someone
Who is in a big trouble
May we make promises
Not to lie any more
May we sing a song
For the world.
May we follow good things
May we not hurt anybody’s feelings.

May we show everyone
The right path
Who has lost the way.
May the night be sound
May the moon scatter its light on us
May the stars twinkle like diamond in the sky
May our dreams come true
In the next morning with a prayer.

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013

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