VIPINS PUTHOORAN - Prayer

I am dissapointed for I'm the only hopless.
Just as a simple being on a burden mountain.
Neither can climb nor fly to the branches.
This weiry feel of light flashing through mind.
Like dead wood floating when I sail
Over the waves without reaching a shore.
Drugs of days are not a possible path
Nor a soothening word.
All I can do is to pray with my folded hands.
As Lord is Great, a miracle will be happebed.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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