O' My Lord Poem by Hans Raj Sharma
O' My Lord
I'm cleaning the lyres-
Of my body, mind and soul
With fountain-pressure
Of the pure-flooding shoots
Flowing out of my heart.
Converting all-
Imperfections and impurities
Into perfection and excellence
Bringing originality into limelight
Where, always you meet O' my Lord.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
Saturday, July 7, 2018
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Converting all-
Imperfections and impurities
Into perfection and excellence
Imperfections and impurities
Into perfection and excellence
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