A SupplicationA Poem by Abdul Aziz
The 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.
Upon this parchment starved of ink
These weary hands must come to rest;
This soul that wields them hopes to drink
Compassion from you, Maiden blest.
© 2012 Abdul Aziz
Added on March 14, 2012
Last Updated on March 14, 2012
Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India
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