Plea For Deliverance

The endless drama of life,
Has left me a weary soul,
With just a few to belong to,
And just a few to call my own.

These trickle of drops,
Tastes like the pungency of wine,
Always there, yet nowhere to be found,

What should I do for my lord?
To flee from this tormented state,
Have I gone all so astray,
For my lord to turn away from me like this?        

I bow down before thee,
On all my brothers’ knees,
To forgive, forget and to start life anew,
Not plagued by infestations such as these.

So hear me oh lord,
And deliver me from such pain,
For a patient man am I,
But not one who can live up to the shame.

[Cluster I]