The Burning Soul

By Partha Pratim Boruah

A gleam of light,

To overshadow the night.

With the power upon to call,

The eternal flame of a burning soul.

The glimpses of the sins,

In a hope to be ever getting cleanse.

May the celestial beings,

Have mercy on my seven deadly sins.

For the wrath I had,

To the faith I have.

For the mundanes I envy,

To the love I carry.

For the pride I hold,

To the wealth of gold.

For the greed to fade,

I tear down my heart to be strayed.

To avoid the gluttony,

I won't attend to one's ceremony.

A mood of sloth,

I would dress every cloth.

And for the cause of lust,

I wouldn't break one's trust.

So, please help my Lord,

To not burn in hell with my burning soul.

By Partha Pratim Boruah