Child Of God
Wind O' Wind pass my message to the God.
We are tired and exhausted,
We want His miracle blow the dark clouds far.
A lot of mistakes have been made on our behalf,
We became so selfish that we never took any halt.
Wind O' Wind pass my message to the God.
His children are sorry and asking for the chance,
Rain some mercy and free us from these locks.
The love which nature showered us
we were taking for granted since long,
But we are your children and guardians have big heart.
Wind O' Wind pass my message to the God.
Plenty are suffering, the pain is like a jolt.
Some're dying from hunger and some're dying
to see their mom.
Wind O' Wind pass my message to the God.
I know we have done terrible blunders,
And being sorry will not turn things sort.
But you the almighty have the power to calm this havoc.
Swasti Mishra
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