In a householder’s cupboard
Who spends his life abroad
Lots of dress which may fade away
Take up much space any way
But money and gold
Kept in locker inner most
Which never go old
Occupy only less space
When motherland calls him
He leaves away old costume
Takes with him gold and money
By which he pleases his honey
In my mind basket
I carry thoughts many
But in the core casket
I keep Your name holy
Among emotions earthly
I nurture devotion daily
When I leave my body
Me Your name will accompany!
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