782. A Hair In My Porridge! 160309 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Is it my carelessness?
Or is it my unluckiness?
Each day when I wish,
To give you my ugly dish,
With a porridge meager,
Mixing love and eager,
Somehow a hair falls in it!
You neglect my ugly kit,
Giving priority to plates silver,
From hands that not quiver,
Holding pongal that entices,
With aroma of ghee untainted!

Is it my unawareness?
Or is it my unworthiness?
Each day when I chant,
Your thousand names great,
In my mind untidy,
Bubble up thoughts worldly!
You neglect my offering repulsive,
Giving priority to minds sportive,
But unwavering aim to win,
Your love eternally divine! 160309