Hymn To Lord Poem by Deb Panda

Hymn to lord, pity
In early ages; departure
Built those beauty, brilliant-
And quest powered with mother.
Credit; yours race fed-
Troops, with vigil eye; grip-
And terror, blessed to nab
Like alleviation to your steep.
Down, earth do we stop led
In present sketch of joy;
Confers the dissemination, wild
Clouded her; supreme to sky?
Heard in herald, volumes on thee
Looks clear; land to futile court
To caste the creed with love
Alone; they could make the spot.