Founder your heart with love and blessings,
And thoughts that are wise and pure,
Let it flow out the brim,
And sink you in some endearment laced cove.

Let no iota of space be left,
For any hatred or distress,
And if any extraneous force tries to pique,
Let the force within help it to recede.

Lead me to such a life o lord,
Wrap me in such love laced chord.

Copyright ยฉ Shantanu Baruah

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