HIDDEN LITE

I was extolling myself, I thought I attained great, How ample was my wealth, How wealthy was my bliss hate, I didn't know I was brutal, I was in jumble why came these birds, In my mediocre field as mortal, I was jovial to hit them by biting words, When at home I told to grandfather, He told they just ate weeds and he was right, Words of experience never false never dodger, It was savage I didn't have that right, I rushed to my life but alas they had gone, Then no rejoice, no enjoyment only regret and mourn.

Oh my great God, let me not wonder in this busy world, that who you are, let me go to that stage when I was a child, let me have that chance again to pray you, Oh my great birth soul, let me not wear gentle black shoes that, I fear of you for these bubble reputation, let me go to that stage when I was a child, let me have that chance again to play with you, Oh my dear soul, let me not have attitude and pride that, I ignore my past friends, let me go to that stage when I was innocent, let me have that chance again to bunk with them, Oh my dear light, let me not be blind that I forget, the sacrifice of my parents, let me go to that stage when I was innocent, let me have that chance again to sleep in my mother's lap, Oh my beloved magnificence, let me not be addicted to the roses, that I refuse to smell my old village, let me go to that stage when I was naive, let me have that chance again to love that essence.          ~~~Ri...