Savior

No more utterance from me,

If this be thou will

Then I shall not bring out forth,

Your gifted voice.

For I do not possess me, neither

I am my own. . .

O it is You who has moulded this piece

Of ignoble soul,

Ran your gentle fingers upon my

Benumbed mind with a certain euphony,

That made it agile, turned it jocund.

Thou art the sole begetter

Of this piece of earth.

Whenever a sudden forlornness engulfs

This very cite of yours,

Thou has not failed to overflow this fragile vessel

With the sweet nectar of your tears,

and refurbish my soul to revelry and charm.

Thou has been my incessant ally

In all realms of my existence,

With your immutable love and concern.

I am blessed, for I have had the magic touch

Of your divine hands,

I have unraveled the secrets of your sacred depth,

I am accomplished, I am full

For I have experienced your Wrath and Love,

Seen you as benign and malign. . .

Nothing is left for me to discover.

If today thou Wish to keep me silent,

I do not speak, I remain tongue tied;

For if I don't that would never satiate me,

That would torment me till the brink of my life.

Oh how can I disobey you, thou aide of mine,

Thou has not taught me so, for I am

Your image, thy reflection.

I am all set to experience you as Whole,

Be a part of your habitat.

Come! Come to me, just as before

And take me with you,

Make me you.....