The world seems so huge to me
And life is like a race,
So much to learn and So much to do
Leaves hardly any time to laze.
But sparing some time,
In this rut of life
I sometime ponder and think,
That how gracious is the Lord
Who sent me, you, as a blessing.
As a philosopher, a guide, a friend, a teacher
God can't reach everywhere
So his angels, he sends down this earth
To her who needs special care.
Why this world is cruel and barbaric,
It maybe because of that
All the good has come to me,
taking your form, and I am glad.
You know clay, so sticky and porous
But when a pot is ready,
It becomes useful, when gets a shape
you're that potter to me.
I may mean nothing to the world,
But to me, you're the beginning of my world.
This is a special bond we share,