Bow Down And Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

O, Lord
I have no words
To praise outright
As I have to struggle day and night

I know
Where to go
But I am protected
When sincerely acted

I bow down
And my position is known
My work starts with your name on lips
And this practice daily I keep

I, sometimes, think
And put approval with ink
In each move, I seek your approval
And try to be decent individual

I follow at each step
And go non stop
With full faith and trust
That nothing shall go wrong at the last

I have my entire life
Totally dedicated and always on the edge of knife
Yet, I lose no hope
And wish not to have flopped