694. At Your Mercy….191009 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Twice a day I sit for yoga.
Once in a day in my mind I trace,
Your thousand powerful names!
These too happen by your grace! !

That is all I could do a day.
You save me or throw me away
I know not any other sanctuary
In this earth which is not stationary

I know not how to sustain a relation!
I know not anyone to lean upon
I fail to understand the colors
Of relations changing as chameleon!

Friends changing into foes
Challenging to fulfill a wow
To prove that they are correct
All of a sudden stand erect!

Sometimes foes changing into friends
Extending hand with timely help
To make life with inevitable errands
Smooth going without making any yelp

Kith and kin too come closer sometime
As accident repel and go farther at times
I know not how to swim in society
I take refuge in Your names verity

I know not the movements of my karma
I know not next moment what will befall
I know not what I should do in my dharma
I prostrate at Your feet by letting me fall