Worries..Get Lost To My Mind's Corners! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

Straining my every nerve
I search every nook and corner
and pick up and bundle up
all my worries in a huge sack.-
loading it onto my back
with extreme effort
and panting breath
reach your temple!

O..what is it?
a sack or a mountain?
who carries it on his back?
who totters in temple corridors?

Yes-
it is you.my God!
is it the worries of all peoples of this world.
which breakes your back?

O my poor God., rich with our worries!
I pity you!

My huge load of worries!
get lost to the corners of my mind!