Is it my carelessness?
Or is it my unluckiness?
Each day when I wish,
To give you my ugly dish,
With a porridge meager,
Mixing love and eager,
Somehow a hair falls in it!
You neglect my ugly kit,
Giving priority to plates silver,
From hands that not quiver,
Holding pongal that entices,
With aroma of ghee untainted!
Is it my unawareness?
Or is it my unworthiness?
Each day when I chant,
Your thousand names great,
In my mind untidy,
Bubble up thoughts worldly!
You neglect my offering repulsive,
Giving priority to minds sportive,
But unwavering aim to win,
Your love eternally divine! 160309
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem, well done