If I have to ask, I would ask for one wish..
God make me pure, as I was born with..
All the favors that you have given..
All the sins I did, that you might have forgiven..
Take back everything, that I have got..
Just make me pure, as pure as I was born..
Heart you had given, soft like a feather ball..
Experiences have given it a tough call..
There is nothing that I want from life..
I got to know myself, and I was all light..
From the downfall, I have seen under-pains more clear..
The fall is nothing, but just a mind fear..
From the heights, I learnt it has nothing special..
The heights are nothing, but mind's castle..
Kind become words and beatific becomes sight..
Once I knew you, I was all light..
Just make me clean as a new sheet..
Only plain & simple..yet a treat..
Let I be unaffected from the world, at all..
Having a blissfully pure heart with which I was born
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A prayer to God seeking a wish to be granted- that of utmost purity and righteousness in life. Thanks a lot for sharing the poem. Ruchika ji. God..... Just make me pure, as pure as I was born..