Ganesh, remover of obstacles I call upon thee Help me, make a miracle Peace and calm is what I desperately seek My mind, so diabolical Could use a divine deed Ease its pain and suffering, so illogical For your help I once again plead
A prayer is granted A prayer is denied Someone's prayer is accepted Someone's prayer is rejected Discrimination apparent Discrimination He denies He abides by His Constitution Humans often set aside And take great pride A prayer is granted A prayer is denied Someone's prayer is accepted Someone's prayer is rejected Discrimination apparent Discrimination He denies He abides by His Constitution Humans often set aside And take great pride Accumulation of actions In violation Brings pain and suffering For their correction The Limitless limits Their strength and power There are moments of tower Pain and misery are showered Often for past life actions In violation They declare they are innocent Finding helpless They turn beggars Their response to a scare It is a prayer Burning candles To throw light on their plight A prayer is granted A prayer is denied Someone's prayer is accepted Someone's prayer is rejected Discrimination apparent Discrimination He denies Their Karma already decide Scientific research has revealed Whether you pray or not Outcome isn't changed It is just Sometimes outcomes With your will and prayers coincide A prayer is granted! Someone's prayer is accepted!
I give here a link to find out what scientific research has to say about prayers ------- https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-secular-life/201909/does prayer-work THERE IS NO HARM IN PRAYING. IT GIVES YOU STRENGTH AND PURIFICATION.
I want to be a poet Looking for the blooming words that are born from limpid dew likes mantra The root of this words grows on the valley of secrecy They won't be easily swayed even by time They grow up until becomes ripe by pieces of prayer to keep their eternity Do you know ? In the blooming words There are beautiful fragrant appear from deep meaning In a field of words, they were born from fertility of compassion and human morality I really want to write it before time returns to cover his secrets
I'm no less than a lion-hearted soul Who lives by high heroic skills, Courageously fights off jackals, And rescues victims with flawless charisma
But I ain't less than a dignified warrior The most Blessed Teacher, an exemplary Has taught me About a weapon Which has been the answer to infinite sorrows dreamy desires and unthinkable perils I've used it to cheer up saddened souls And to relieve the unrelieved
It is my light It is the weapon to divert from hapless ends it is the key to unlock the gates of Mercy It is otherwise known as Dua
Kneeling at the shrine she pays respects, Acknowledging those before her and the universe beyond her, Grounded in humility she stills her mind, To bolster discipline and refine the conscious, Welcoming grace and bliss from divinity undefined, Celestial vibrations sync to her prayer's call, Moonlit gratitude summons heavenly hues, A moment of fortitude and reflection, Sheer tranquility engulfing her surroundings, She is basked in the beloved's protection.
Stay well beautiful childs Of this night Of this night forever My fragile child of strung silver white hair And that air echoes forever My silver child of the endless shores My angel child sing for me Of dreams and angel things Stand strong in the evening wind Bend as though an angel in prayer And sing for me of the endless
You know it's times like these my child Where I could spit in the wind That I could break the evening waves That like a light in the dark I'm searching for a way to go on For I've got a reason but she's a distance away It's been years of searching The decades echo on And I'm still here with my long hair and gnarled skin But it's amazing what a woman can do So I search on for you And I'll make her hair the silver streams And her body the cradle of the valley And the rising mountain sides And her lips the sweetest kiss for you I'll make her ***** so soft and warm And her voice of angel's harmony And I'll scratch on in the darkness Black with my claws until I find her flaws Even and smooth and her love here just for you And if I find her flaws I don't care it's a wide world And her smile like the sun Like the gates in the mountainside And may her river flow and slake our thirst And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you May her crown shine as though the radiance in the sky And I shall dance in her fires And her eyes rejoice for we are her lovers May her breast heave with joy for we are her ones And if I find her flaws I'll smooth them over for you And may her belly be deep and dire with the darkest lust for life And love for me and you And may her heart burst with love and stand true
As though the bend of that angel in prayer And the song that sings on in the open air
I suppose this poem was really inspired by my dire requite for love, by my dire need for love and the ****** and Venusian allure typified in depiction by the beauty represented by my lovers - as though an effigy of Cythera's impart themselves.