Thou Art The Sole One - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Thou, Lord, seem to me the sole One,
And me naught but substance-starved nought,
Without thee me a worthless dot
An object be of abject fun.
So I’ve now come to thee to plead,
O Lord, that should ye my life lead,
Ah letting me to follow thee,
Together, we can make it ten,
And all the multiples of ten,
Should all the multitude like me
Join in agreeing to this plea,
Who, if left lone, none ever can.
Sorry, sipped in ways of this world evil,
If I make this sound like a business deal.
-Sonnets | 03.03.07 |
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