Summer makes me a mentor
The rains makes me lazier
Whatever the season may be
I remain always a sinner!
To the heaven I see,
To the relations I bear
God keeps a watch
That it escape my way out.
Life ;be a bubble adored;
May that the eternal human play with!
But my surveillance might cover it
To reshape the path.
The poor life tries to be rich
With mighty meditation
By mind and heart
To be a saint .
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