637. Sailing Along The Wings Of Wind - 280211 Poem by Raman Savithiri

Whatever befalls on me,
Whether good or bad,
I have none other than thee!
I will call You as mad!

Whatever bubbles up in mind,
Whether kindness or hatred,
I have only one thing to remind
Myself that to utter Your name sacred

Ma! Nothing is in my hand
Sure; I cannot control the world
And my own mind is faster than wind
Only in lips I whisper Your name

I know not if I could be a winner
Of Your grace to enter realms inner
Or victim of Your wrath to be hurled
Again and again in the ruthless world 280211