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