My Lord - Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA
My Lord has a smiling face
and the world is His trace;
whenever I stand in front of Him
I see His face smiling.
I usually forget what I crave
seeing His charming face;
What would I want...?
He already has bestowed,
and fixed my fate
as every time I confess - He just smiles
and advises me to anticipate-
Oh my Lord is great! !
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