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I fear - my mistakes are mountain
And what to do except regret and despair
For all the wrongs I have done?

Now clearly I either see
I am insane and could not be right
Or just unfortunate one with that.

What else to do,
Except to knock on door of mercy
Of Ar-Rahman?

What else to do,
Then cry the plea of help
For lost mind and heart.
At God's doorstep asking for forgiveness,
Asking for help really.
Lost somewhere and could not be found,
I am still searching for myself, in past, the present, future.
Don't really know, or have no plans,
Among thousand of islands the stranded one I am not.
I am at the doorstep of the God.

— The End —