To have faith, that too in self,
It's great.
I lack it, I fear, as I always fail.
I meet Him, I plead Him, please lift me up, I have to face the world.
He seems smiling.
He speaks not, but just smiles.
I feel dejected.
I start to shed tears of despair, of sorrow, of dejection,
I still wait, I plead, but His smile just lingers.
I leave Him; He can't make me brave................
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But I can't loathe Him, He is my inner self.
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