When People say,
I am bad, I am sinful;
They always weaken themselves.
I say to myself quietly,
Yes, there are defects,
As in all human beings,
But, they will go away,
As I aspire sincerely
For the goodness and divine
Make every day a pilgrimage
In your heart towards God
For through small joys and grief
Move closer towards the lord
There is no new blank useless earth
Until you feel lost and aftermath
Learn to live with you the awakened
Soul that is so calm and graceful within!
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