My past

Oh ! my dear God
I only got so drunk because of my infantile,
So I glanced bitterly at the sanctuary holy altar
To perform some worship
Before the trees wave their branches of melody,
To praise before these stones dose
And to prepare to dance like every winner of dance India dance

But God
I tripped and fell with a broken heart
While I’m quite intoxicated and sober
Yet knowing the words to blurt out
But hear me when I cry to thee
Not only when you'd pity feel on me
'Cause I’m too tiny to bear the weight of my sin
               
Dear God
Let me cheers with thee till when I’m shot of wine
Glancing at those years back in agony and illness
While we habitually lead vigils each time of my anguish
As each night passes by with lachrymal and laughter

But how can I forget?
How I wheeze and cough
While watching the burning candles and the shooting star
How I gazed at the brown-yellowish cricket hustling for survival
While I was painting breath of air to seek.
Well, I’m still breathing, feeling the grace bubbling through me.