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The Infirm Beggar Sings Post by :bow-viper1 Category :Poems Author :Dhan Gopal Mukerji Date :October 2011 Read :592

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The Infirm Beggar Sings

Broken and bruised by the hand of Fate,
Dark night, my staff,
Leaning on its shadowy strength I walk
Toward thee, my God.
Thy crescent my e'er-present friend;
Thy wind, thy voice,
Calls me to go on without end
To thy star that my soul hath seen.
The hour is black, my road unbuilt;
My beggar's song
I cannot sing; yet, thou knowest,
For thy love I long!
I come, O Lord! broken and battered
To thy world where sorrow is not.





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Dhan Gopal Mukerji's poem: Infirm Beggar Sings

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