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Benevolence

  • Writer: Lalima
    Lalima
  • Sep 12, 2023
  • 1 min read

I am a handicap, an invalid

I grope for words, my only medium.

Failure comes , in a wink

Crippled and frail my endeavors.


This worship, this gratitude

Smother my articulation

Shatter the barrages rhythmically

Outpours currents of tears.


Silent saint, unequipped I am

To repay your debt, despite

My meager tokens worthless

I am humbled in your benevolence.


Aerial your hermitage , above

The bland rigmarole around

Threefold you merge my faith

Roots deepening to the core.

 
 
 

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