Bountiful sins,
Vulnerable my soul,
With the burden of Sins,
Oh, creator! Liberate me.
I stand brittle,
With head bowed down,
fragile, paralyzed.
Inept even to stare
Into
Your deep, soothing eyes.
My soul gags
For, I have embezzled
that which doesn’t belong to me.
Oh, creator! redeem me.
Never was I lavish,
‘bout Care and affection
on those who have
Mothered me!
Never was I religious,
No prayers,
No fastings.
Unholy
the
Holy books to me.
My Life truly
an untamed horse.
Hurt and bruises
My giveaway to all.
I might have
Ceased to sin,
Only if you’d
raised an alarm.
Omnipresent
Is what you are called!
But I realize,
You are a mere onlooker
Thus, Days and years
Has fallen off
my calendar.
Now, I realize!
I prostrate,
surrender
my ego
at your lotus feet.
Oh, Lord Vithala!
Unshackle me.
Courtesy: Purandara dasa Kruthi © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
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