SONNET 34
By JH
Sayyar
Forgive my sins in past were made,
I am a man, make a lot of blunders,
Thinking of death heart becomes fade.
Receive my soul she self surrenders.
Listen in Heaven to the sinners’ voice.
Protect my soul from the wrath of Hell.
Reaching you my sinful soul, rejoice
Forgive me before ringing my bell.
I know my life short, sins are more,
Like surf, limitless your Providence,
God Heavenly light to my soul, pour,
To purge my soul I call out you hence.
My God, give me victory over my soul,
To avoid the belly button beauty hole!
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