Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace
By Jithvi Justin Ninan
Without a backward glance I’d fled
The things of yesterday
But now my present I so dread;
From guilt there’s no running away.
My brother’s blessing I did steal
Without a second thought,
Its consequences strongly feel,
Banished to this fated spot.
His To Use
His To Use
Jithvi Justin Ninan
Once a potter happened to make,
A jar so puny that none would take.
It was a creation of such poor taste,
That people thought it was a waste.
So the jar on its shelf grew old,
Despised, rejected & unsold.
But though it fetched its master no gain,
He still thought it was worth the pain.
Powered by FireStats