Small flower I offer You
With a heart not so small
Don't look down on me
Saying that I'm small.
My parents left me here
Leaving me in Your care
Even when I've troubles
It's enough You're there.
I'll treat You the same
When I'm rich or poor
We're intimate so I ask
Bring progress in this land.
From time immemorial it's known
You're the knowledgeable stalwart
Please heed to Your devotee
And attend to this small request.
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