Prayer - Poem by Freni Karaluthara
When I leave you and your sacred dwelling;
often without a thought of Prayer,
but a grief-stricken sigh
is raised to You.
You know my longings are
all for you alone.
you are aware of the
ups and downs of my, life,
because You are interior
to my innermost, Lord.
When the walks of many seers are atop
I tread on vallies.
I am your prankful child, O Lord.
When your memories fade away in me
and i am far away
from your Ways.
I am no way out of your Love, yout Heart.
Leave You and your sacred dwelling
with a conscious Prayer:
Forget me not YOUR prankful Child.
I am your own and You are mein.
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