My Pain
When I hear about the pains of others
Forget I my own pains
Taking it to be
How little it is my pain!
What To Ask For?
When I see the amputee
Walking with one leg and the crutches,
I feel it numbed sorely
And forget I to ask for?
No, no, it comes out of mouth,
No God, no, no,
I do not anything,
Whatever You have, that's enough!
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