Classic Poem

Life's stallion gallops ahead,
Where it'll halt, who can predict?
No more the reins are in my hands,
Nor are the stirrups on my feet.
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When nothing in the world without You exists,
Tell me, O God, why is all this turbulence?
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I do not crave for any praise,
Nor that some reward should come to me;
If you think, there is no meaning
In my verse - then let it be.
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I wish I could build a house
Without any door or wall,
With no friend beside me and
No one at my beck and call
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