Tuesday, 9 August 2016

THE PEASANT’S PRAYER




How great am I to restore destiny.

    My fervent prayer is withheld beneath the limit but with huge humane.

    I combat for victory becomes futile.

    Oh! Creature, be gracious on my part



I travail for success to prevail but nature contends against me.

    Why me!

    My tears overflows like a furious ocean.

    My hope sparkles and twinkles in desperation higher above Mount. Everest.



Am in desperate need.

    Nature, rescue me from the sufferings that pursues me.

    Let the yoke of success triumph over failure

    And a huge fortune smile on me.



I pray thee Father!

    Let thy glory cascade on me.

    Till the eternal gateman accepts me.



And fill my soul with thy celestial fire.




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