Simple Role
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Simple role
I will not dwell much on Him
But bow down with no whims
I am true son
And so have solid reasons
I am not what I am
But considered as his arm
Sent on earth
To win the fear of death
I have faith
That shall win over death
Take course ahead
And believe in what has been read
Simple man and made of clay
I shall not try for permanent sway
But rule over millions of heart
By merciful act and not simple as an art
So I will be called only disciple
Grown among the people
To be called human and individual
To play simple and not dual role
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