I hear holy bells ringing.
I dipped in Ganga
came to your holy presence
my hair wet, my dress wet, all wet
I stood there in your holy presence.
With folded hands i prayed:
Forgive my sins Lord,
give me a love that will fill
my loving heart.
I have lot of love to give
I want to receive lot of love.
Please listen to my prayer
O Soul of Souls
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I hear holy bells ringing. I dipped in Ganga came to your holy presence my hair wet, my dress wet, all wet I stood there in your holy presence. With folded hands i prayed: Forgive my sins Lord, ... the main theme of the poem is here. In spite of full wet in the ringing of prayer bell she prays God for eliminating her sin. There is no shame, no fear and no feeling of pain. Dear Dev, wisely, cutely and nicely you have inscribed this prayer poem. Enjoyed with video provided. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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