Benevolence
- 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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