My Lord Poem by Cyclopseven R

My Lord



I know that
I am not a perfect tool,
Rather a perfect fool.

Yet in Your loving embrace
You still care to care me
Without slightest care
For my blemishes.

Oh Lord the Mighty Love,
Teach me not
To swim across this ocean of love
But allow my ego to commit suicide
And drown happily in it.


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