My Prayer To Absolute
Be my life observed at a glance.
There is a very vast role of chance.
Neither legacy favoured, nor any heritage.
Combatting with luck is my pilgrimage.
Tongue, yet never to complaint raise,
Against Absolute Whom doth late and early praise.
Faith in Supreme, my sterling strength,
Aids me even it is hour eleventh.
O Almighty! over me shower such grace,
None in disaster, sight ever might trace.
Make my life brief but without grief.
Bestow nights with sound slumber, days with relief.
— Nectar
