Tuesday, 27 September 2016

Cure- by Arathi Menon

Cure
Oh Guardian, I keep faith in You
You cure every ill
Do scrape the cataract of my eyes
To see through every lie
Do soothe the deep burns on my skin
By fire of jealousy
Take away the numbness from my fingertips
To distinguish right from wrong
Do heal every wound caused
By different pains of life
Control the pressure of my blood
That rises when I am enraged
Do fix my backbone
To stand up against every wrong
Do suck the poison from my heart
That spreads hatred through my veins

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