A SupplicationA Poem by Abdul AzizThe quill that quivers in my hands I pray does let me write these words, For life may change its few demands, And try to wither old concord. I pray that peace will hold its sway On all your days and all your deeds, And worry never finds its way Nor tries to frighten nor mislead. I pray the sun rays every morn Entwine with joy upon your sight, And vie amongst them to adorn And fill your day with warmth and light. The tides of life may sometimes swell, And barge upon an open mind; I pray you get the strength to quell And cast vicissitudes behind. I pray that God may give you strength, To love and honour kith and kin; To Him I pray, I pray at length, To guide your endeavours therein. I pray these puny words of mine Do etch a smile upon your face, And your visage does sweetly shine With gentle grace till the end of days. These weary hands must come to rest; This soul that wields them hopes to drink Compassion from you, Maiden blest. © 2012 Abdul AzizReviews
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6 Reviews Added on March 14, 2012 Last Updated on March 14, 2012 AuthorAbdul AzizChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutHello there. I'm a medical doctor by profession, in search of a better career. Right now, my only pastime seems to be navigating around the vicissitudes of life. I'm passionate about computers and p.. more..Writing
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