You'd arrived with songs aplenty,
Touching heart You did concede.
Myself after fascinating,
Making Yours, off You carried.
Paradisal pleasure I don't wish for;
Wealth of Nirvana, that too I think burdensome.
Unto Earth's dusty bed-sheet,
For just those had You brought me?
Heaven's pastime of an idle one,
Its hint, please don't give, Lord.
In service to everybody at Your discretion,
Doing work, let me go on moving.
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Monday, September 2, 2024
Modest is my desire
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Please give me chores. To be in Your employ for everyone's enjoyment, I want nothing more.
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