Treasure Island

Mazid S Kazi , INDIA

(8\10\1951 / S A Q, Karnatak India)

Repentance For Wrong Done


I know the rules of God as virtue, sins, evil, heaven and hell, good and bad
Well knowing the rules I have done a lot of sins in my every walk of life,
For that God has given me punishment cutting my happy life which I had,
Now I am a heart patient suffering from 15 mm stone in my stomach,
These diseases made me sad and unhappy in life of my remaining days,
Let us make God glad by worshiping Him and helping His poor votaries,
If we work against the will of God even then He leads us in right ways,
That is why whole world worship God for His truthful and rightful power,
I repent before God to pardon me for my crimes that I have done,
Every day I pray to God hoping for His forgiveness and blessings,
As per my evil actions I myself made my life a hell but none,
I day and night pray to God to put my soul in heaven after my death,
O! God You have kept me in a hellish prison of life since long,
After death You kindly give me place in heaven forgiving me I am wrong.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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