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His Blessings

Moment soon the soul whimper,

Hesitate to touch mighty feet;

Lose mettle idle crafty plot hover

And steep mind loyal rational heat:

Sure cling he each bums bend.

By stretching own hands smugly surround.

 

Neither sophism could impress him;

Nor pile of offerings delight,

Need not hold, pity merge gleam,

His traces are above all bright,

His hideous growl exposes hazard dis-quest

His blessing washes our shabby resist.

 

When some receive his blessings...

Look hundredfold ideas dense success;

Distrust not life shows dreary happenings

Seem sadden cry in screaming guess,

Haply disturb prudent at perplexity wink

What promotes occult utilitarian ward link.

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Written by
ravindra-kumar
Indian
Published
Jun 4, 2013
Lines·Words
18·102
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Necessity of elder's blessings in human life.

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