The holy slave

             

                 Like a nomad I tried ,
           searched for you in every site ,
            my belief in life had died,
     my soul cried every time it heard my heart
  that was deprived of the luxury of you in my life;
               all my pleas went unheard,
            no one to hear ,no one to feel
          the mockery of life with this child;
    I came down on my knees with folded hands
                            and
            sought mercy from heavens
                             but
came back with a frown that I adorned for a long time
                       on my face;
      Slaughtered and slain ,I asked the pain
         " Why don't you find another place
 to release your anger ,and relieve me along the fate
     now I cant bear you ,OH, you holy slave "
           It turned to looked at my face
                            and
said"Don't worry I will end this game but before I leave,
    have to write an account whether you survive or
                    faint in this holy game"
                     My endless pain
         mellowed me down to the extent
                            that
           I could neither feel nor could faint;
    my existence when I felt was on break down,
        I heard chanting sounds from sphere
                            that
                 was unknown to me
                            and
    I saw you come down riding a holy sleigh
with a smile that pleased this heart that was slain ;
    you came into my life with a  little surprise,
         enchanted me but became my life,
        you are the answer to my prayers ,
         now am getting accustomed to you ,
                            and
         loving every moment of this game .

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