VIPINS PUTHOORAN - December!

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'Tis the perfect time to remember. 'Ere I recall e'erything in this December. Those are like embers: In my smouldering souls' chambers; The lost dreams, The lorn-affections, And those leprous hopes, They turn'd my eyes dark and part'd my slumber. Like a loafer I wander'd for piece of loaves Nor I get peace from th' shade of leaves Oh, all I need now is a tabernacle- to immure; The wounds of my life, And the pains of my life; Or I need a cure, From all the incurable scars, And from the stanchless tears: Though, I always await a lure; A lure of bright light, In my e'ery dark night, And for that I always await- To go up my life in my own gait, From the begining of every New Year Or bring my life to bear; In e'ery day of my life's sphere. O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul; Fill now my heart's bowl! Bless me with majestic dreams, Gift me a dearie with chaste love, And bless us with shoreless hopes. O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul; Fill now my heart's bowl! VIPINS PUTHOORAN poemhunter.com/poem/december-44/