Let others blame my acts
Let them whisper behind my back
Let them face me with their masks
Let them betray my secret tasks
Let friends become my foes at once
Let them revile me as a dunce
Let people sneer me as I pass
Let love disappoint me -- no loss ;
I do not feel too much, my Lord !
But when Thou dost my hopes discard
Unmoved by my sighing prayers
Untouched by my flowing tears
I feel worst damned, oh God !
I can't bear it ; it is too hard !
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10th October, 2016 Somaseshu Gutala
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