May a blessing come
This way, true and fine,
To wash away my sorrows,
Misfortune got so far,
Let there be a ray of prosperity,
To kindle a hope
Of new living, a better living,
Both in sprit and materiial,
Which god will come
To my calls, prayers,
I wish to submit my mind to him,
Life is not but this blessing,
And I feel this is yet to call
At my doorstep, at my call
Beckoning to shower
The blessing in the offing.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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