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Puneet Singhal

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Puneet Singhal

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Washing Sins

Washing Sins

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I stand beneath the holy rain

and wash my sins, leaving the pain.

Every drop that wet me

washes away a sin and sets

each part of my body


I enjoy and feels every drop of that,

My tears roll down from my eyes

defining happiness and

relief of each tear.

I feel the warmth on my cheeks

as I stand beneath the holy rain,

and divine felicity I attain.


ଏହି ବିଷୟବସ୍ତୁକୁ ମୂଲ୍ୟାଙ୍କନ କରନ୍ତୁ
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