My Hair Wet, My Dress Wet, All Wet Poem by Dev Anand

My Hair Wet, My Dress Wet, All Wet

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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,
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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My Hair Wet, My Dress Wet, All Wet
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,prayer
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lodigiana Poetess 22 October 2017

Beautiful words I am sure will be rewarded

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Kumarmani Mahakul 29 August 2017

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.

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Punnara Mol 16 August 2017

Super romantic vedio, Hmmm, let your prayer be heard dear poet

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