In Divine's Treasure
A little abandoned by my conciousness Half aware, half naive I appear at your care To relieve this raging wave This tiny unwitting conscience A marionette of your will Make me sink or make me fly I'll be a slave of your scheme You see me clear, through None of it is hidden You have answers to all my What, why, how and when You keep smiling and blessing As you inculcate in me The art of anticipating And to let universe have the rein - VAISHALI