Accomplishing
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Abdulrazak Aralimatti
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I have come out of my vice
I feel so charming, good and nice
The seeds of hatred sown
Into thick woody stems grown
I slain it from my heart
And make it totally apart
I hear the soft whispers of God
That inculcate the self to accord
And my mind and heart become
the slaves
Of the mighty conscientious waves
O! I am an accomplishing soul
Performing my life's duty and role
O! I am an accomplishing soul
On my route to achieve my goal
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