I Call Thee

I call thee
please, bliss me
with your mighty hand.
I am worst I know dear
I have nothing but tears.
I dare not to raise my black hand
for your mercy, but please grant.
Nowadays my tears have gone
I have been really desperate
Nobody can rescue my soul
from the unseen heel.
so,please kind to me
I call thee.

Babul Hosen
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