“O! God, please give me
True grace and solace
Every turmoil so that
I can then face.”
Lugubrious tidings,
Catastrophes outside,
Inner misgivings
Still I hide.
That which could have
Set me free
As you said once
Has left my lips
Like a barbaric bird
Wild and carefree
I bow down to you
My quivery hands
Reach out to you
May truth be each word!
When I open my heart to you
And then shall
Your grace
Set me free truly
And peace will light
The darkness clearly
The bird shall
Then return
With wings of Faith
And alight softly
Upon my lips
And through all clutter
My heart will feel
It’s peaceful flutter.
---Shilpi, 28 Dec, 2009
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