MERAJ UDDIN

Give gifts of goodness, Gracious God
Do fill my days and nights with joy
And do keep away thine punishing rod
As I am but a mere meek erring toy
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Oh! Aching pleasure, Thou art a killing healer in strife
Thine comforting claws doth relieve me of mine pain
Like a surgeon, thou amputate mine with a sharp knife
Thou hast made my aching wound purged by this rain
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Her loud whisper didst disturb me
Ere I fell on the earth on my knee
She sounded so sweet and so sad
I didst stop a passing young lad.
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Like a heavy log he lay
Munching eatables everyday
People called him lazy
But he remained very busy
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It is a place where we learned to share
A place where we received a lot of care.
Teachers here are friendly and supportive
Who did teach us to remain very positive.
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