A PLEA TO GOD

Oh !God, let my heart be crystal clear

Free it from any kind of fear

Let it fly like a dove

And have the mercy even the foes to love

Let my brain be a computer chip

 my imagination to climb the highest cliff

let my mind have many a door

through which many creative ideas pour

Let my soul be as pure as butter

Even the slightest sin makes it flutter

Let me freed from the narrow domestic walls

And let me travel on broad humanitarian halls

I am worried about my non-conscious falls

Only you can save me from my pit falls

You are really my breath and soul

Without your blessings I can never be the whole