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May 2020
You curse me,
You abuse me,
But still I’m in your arms,
Away from a few storms.

You bring me disgrace,
I’m last in the race,
But still I’m in your arms,
Away from a few storms.

You make me so glad,
You also make me sad,
So I’m still in your arms,
Away from a few storms.

You made me bright,
You taught me what isn’t right,
So I’m still in your arms,
Away from a few storms.


The wonders you work,
Are far above me,
Behaving like a twerp,
I’m a mortal so wee.....
I had written this poem when I was eighteen and caught in the midst of mind damaging substance abuse and titled it “Addiction”, but had lost the original manuscript. However, bits and pieces were still floating around in my mind and I strung them together to create a new version.

My earlier, “Addiction” has been replaced over the years with a new form of addiction. A rejuvenating and exhilarating addiction to my Divine Teacher (Guru) who is my Lord and Master.  He may have cursed me to a life of poverty and done things that I may have considered abusive in a normal relationship but I soon realised that he was doing all this only to make me stronger to withstand any onslaught of fate and evil, to dismantle my ego and give me that golden quality of humility. This post is therefore dedicated to my Divine Teacher (Guru), my Lord, my Master, my God who has blessed me and done so much for me to protect me for the past twenty years (then when this was originally posted on HP. It is now over 30 years since the Almighty touched me).
Ben Noah Suresh
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Ben Noah Suresh  65/M/Madras, South India
(65/M/Madras, South India)   
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