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Jan 2017
Lepers are cured by the Lord.
Dry souls say- the priest is a fraud,
to win people’s faith he weaves
bizarre stories and only deceives.
But, the gifted souls feel
gratitude for His action as per appeal.
Thousands of miracles happen everyday
few are chronicled, others go astray.
We pray, the heart is linked to God,
a power cures us, we are awed.
What’s the cause- asks the intellect.
Lord’s domain is too vast, be happy with the effect.

14/1/17
Written by
Sumit Ganguly  Kolkata, India.
(Kolkata, India.)   
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