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Tarun Kumar Mishra

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Tarun Kumar Mishra

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wish lord gloomy

When my aim is high

And my preparation bleats sigh

I take a step back, my heart cry

O'Lord, just push me for a confident try

When I am declared unsuitable

And I feel much uncomfortable

All my efforts end at my disgust

O'Lord, empower me to adjust

The ways may be gloomy

The paths may be stormy

The hopes may flicker

All help may wither

Even when I utterly perish

O'Lord, Your shadow be my ultimate wish.

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