At My Abode Poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla

I thought I heard Your call this moment
Felt an urge in my mind instantly
In great hurry I opened doors of my hut
Patiently I began my wait to receive You.

Wait was long You never arrived
Worried a bit what the reason was
I hoped You'd come soon as expected
To drive away my lingering distress.

I set a chair for You to sit in comfort
With intention that You'd get some rest
I placed fruits for You in a clean plate
And with deep concentration I meditated.

I know You have many problems to solve
You've many followers to attend to
My only wish is that You'll find some time
To spend with me at my abode soon.