I Know Nothing O Lord Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

What's good, know not. What's bad, as well,

know not. But lo, my heart does swell

with love, O Lord and eyes do well

when hear your name.

And why my lips always drivel

Your tales and fame?



I try no logic Lord. No doubt

as well I entertain about

Your greatness, since my brain isn't stout

and faith, just blind.

These songs I sing and pleas I shout

are undefined.



Wisdom is no wisdom; they say,

unless it lays a floral way

to reach, at last, your sacred quay.

But what's wisdom?

Know not I; but belongs my clay

to Your kingdom.