I lift up my
head towards the sky
The heaven
and the earth behold me sigh
My lips are
moving in a silent prayer
My eyes are
closed, I am standing there
"Oh God" I
pray,
"Grant me a
boon that I may
Not hurt a
single being
Or destroy
even a little thing
May I be
loved by all
And may I
hear each distressed call
May I do
everyone good
And may I
never ever be rude
May I help
all the needy souls
And may I
reach all my goals"
With this I
lower my eyes upon the earth
I feel
contended with my new birth
I can hear
God whispering slowly
"And Lo! my
child, I forgive your folly"
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