Treasure Island

Raman Savithiri

(22-May-1969 / Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, India)

991. Give Me The Pride Of Being Your Child.

You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
Some with pride of inheriting immense wealth.
Some with pride of being born in high caste.
Some with pride of possessing an extraordinary talent.
Some with pride of controlling a great mass.

For me, You denied all these.
I too don’t regret.
In fact, I thank You
For not having added all these
To my already taxing ego.

But, don’t deny Your uplifting love.
Give me only one pride.
The pride of being Your child!

Submitted: Friday, November 23, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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  • Rajaram Ramachandran (11/23/2007 9:19:00 PM)

    This is a humble prayer admitting one's ignorance and seeking Her Divine Grace.
    A Mother only can understand her child better and grant what her child wants. (Report) Reply

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