You are always right, my dear
You are always right.
I am always wrong is wrong.
Your voice is gentle
You bowed Your head
In humility and smiled.
To say I am not like You is wrong.
I am Your part and parcel
I have no existence without You.
When You are right how can I be wrong!
You are my Father my Mother
My friend, guide and philosopher
I consider You always right and appropriate
Let me collate here in this collet*.
*Collet means a band or socket for jewels.
Treat our body as a collet wherein The Supreme jewels
The soul reside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem