Pick Me Up, Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Pick me up,
Pick me up.
I am fallen
In this well,
Somehow or other.
Pick me up,
Pick me up.
The well is dark,
And I am not
Able to see
Anything here.
Pick me up,
Pick me up.
Dirty well it is,
And I am in dirt.
Pick me up,
Pick me up.
I know, you are there
With all light,
I know, you hear
My call and you are
Ever ready
To pick me up.
YOu are my master,
You are my guide,
You are my love,
You are my truth.
Pick me up,
Pick me up.
I am here
Waiting for you,
I am yours
Calling in a
Sweet voice, coo, coo.