Sunday Poem: Ripples Of Grace

At times I think with Your blessings I was born into this world

A purpose to pursue

Obligations to fulfil for the good of others

Laurels gave me a lot of pleasure though transitory in nature

Always I felt a force from within and without

To wipe out the tears of others

And lessen their sufferings

Making them feel wanted and accepted in this vast world of the billions

Looking back at the long journey of my life travelled through

Nothing allures me

Excepting Your presence invisible though.

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