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Jul 2011
The storms that frightened me even when I were on shore,
now surrounds, tries to blow and mingle me through its course;

On the shore, I prayed long and long for a port
to stand against all adversities, whether or not there a storm;

What shall I do struggling with the storms;
but to wait for that moment when can I win over the storm.
This is my prayer to God to please protect me from impurities.
Vishal Dogra
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Vishal Dogra
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