The Creator


 

Walking on the shaggy path after every trial

Always try to meet you in order to beguile

My destiny my fate with all my hate

Plunge into misery to reach your gate

To seek the truth with my injured feet

Take all pains to find this hidden seed

Wander after you to follow your marks

Saunter, stroll, and linger like big larks

O the King of all fears and mystery

Come along with all Your history

Give us peace and comfort we need

That snatched away by our dire deed

We are the sinners and sufferers of this age

Find ourselves in the rough and rotten cage

Dirt, decay, doom and death

Find no way to seek a fresh breath

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