Blessing Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

May a blessing come

This way, true and fine,

To wash away my sorrows,

Misfortune got so far,

Let there be a ray of prosperity,

To kindle a hope

Of new living, a better living,

Both in sprit and materiial,

Which god will come

To my calls, prayers,

I wish to submit my mind to him,

Life is not but this blessing,

And I feel this is yet to call

At my doorstep, at my call

Beckoning to shower

The blessing in the offing.

Ravikiran Arakkal