A Prayer

Mend the rough wood in a polished work of art, Mend the burning sand in a green and fertile soil, Mend the stones in a statue of a sweet fair lady, Overdue from your side is an effective turmoil, We're ready to face consequences of a revolution, The world is sick, a victim of mental pollution! Do something, my earth is in a pitiable state, Interfere My God! Send something for the cure, Have sent someone on a mission of Save Earth! The winds whisper and are right I am sure, So should I expect a mission of promoters of love? That's what I heard from a beautiful twittering dove. Start your operation of mending from me, I'm a man with dirty thoughts and ugly face, Surrender to the mission of beautifying my world, Mend me in a handsome man with glace and grace, I am ready to face all that whatever are the pains, Relieve me My God from the mental strains!