A dumb stone can give tears plentiful.
The prayerful man is a truly lonely man
He fears falling not failing, he is human!
His prayer is his longtime lifeboat
Even if he fails, it keeps him afloat.
Forget not that prayer is his poetry
Hope you know, where lives poetry.
Poetry is born of the pining heart
And so it touches a longing heart.
When mind and lips end their play
It is the soul which begins to pray.
Prayer never begs,it always grants
Gracious solace and bonny chants!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi
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