Devotee
I am small entity
But live under the spell of poverty
I pray an almighty
To keep me always happy
By doing so
I go
By his dictates
And relate
if something goes wrong
I stand among
The Devotees
Who always believe in Thee
If I am made poor
I shall neither go door to door
And tell neighbors
I regret nothing or harbor
I like the situation
But shall carry on with continuation
One day may improve upon
And I shall stand as won
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Devotee is a masterly creation of a master..10