I Seek Nothing O Lord Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

I seek nothing O Lord from thee!
What's there, all thine, not mine, tell me?
This body mere hollow not I
and soul like thine doest know to die!

Riches and sensuous pleasures
are all Maya's specious gestures.
As much as thee can do so well
I too can keep at bay her spell!

I'm crawling up and falling down
O Lord. But don't worry, don't frown
don't smile nor smirk. It's fun, a joy
this exercise know thee my ploy!

Without abrading; nothing wanes
O'Lord in here, on Earthly planes!
All bane and sin, desire and want
to flee, require a tricky taunt!

Not even wish to see thy form
O Lord, as Shankara or Ram,
as Mother Parvathi or Sri
when feel I thy glimmer in me!

I know thee crave to fast retrieve
all severed souls O Lord. Can sieve
I too with ease through
worldly seine
and make a rendezvous so soon.

I have a plan...don't think of me.
I too as well don't think of thee.
Isn't it the rule; a mind
empty
of all desires is where dwell thee!

But never fail O LORD, in my
mundane duties till wane and die
my growing pile of gathered sin.
That's life on earth, to fight and win!

I place flowers in thy presence,
I light a wick and burn incense,
I sit in lotus pose; thy name
I chant and praise thy grace and fame.

There see thee laughing Sire, don't mock!
Sitting behind the cosmic dark,
behind the Moon, the Sun and stars
in milky froth thee play this farce.

A process tough this Earthly life
a journey long with pain and strife
through flooding thoughts impure
Yet strive I hard to reach thee sure.