He thought of the almighty
Allmost all his waking hours,
Every minute he said
Prayers in praise
Of his lord who ruled
His mind and body,
Felt his destiny was made
By the almighty he worshipped
Yet not knowing
Why so much misery
He went throughn his life
Often with dispeasure
Of so many happenings,
Yet he was happy
That it was of God's making
Felt solace in his devotion
Unwavering he lived
A life of serenity
which couln't be felt
By his fellow beings.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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