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Heal
You've given me life, my Lord
The most indispensable of all gifts
Help me that I live worthwhile
Bringing joy to those who are deprived of it.
I am moved, actuated by feelings of pity
When I see the people suffering
You've given me a heart to feel their pain
But,
haven't made me able enough to ameliorate and feelings go just in vain.
Those who are plutocratic are all phlegmatic
Bestow on me adequate strength that i may do every work myself
I must feel and also have the capability to heal
This world of its suffering and its penury.
which shall come apart
-Puja Bala
1999