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Hazrat Jami.
O intercessor
Of sinners
I have come here
With my burden
Of sins…
With my bedding
Have I come
This time!
Open your eyes
Of your Blessings
And notice
My silver hair
Albeit with /though with a face blackened
A blackened face!
Claim I do not
To have tread
On your footsteps
For ages long…
I am
The strayed one
Who has only now
Turned my direction
Towards Thee.
Humbled, aimless
Wounded and in pain
Do I
Sans pride
Sans motive
Do I bring
As my witness
Nothing but
My claim of
Love for you!
Commit I the
Fault of begging
Your indulgence
Appear I
Before Thee
With excuses
On my lips.
I need your refuge,
Favor and grace
As my ego lies in
Ambush
And my desires
Are opponents of
Piety and faith.
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