The roof is seeping cause of ignorance,
in darkness are the senses.
With no guiding force,
will i ever climb out of my roof ?
Base busted, strings lost,
will i ever play pleasing notes ?
Slipping into sand dunes,
in and out i see repentance.
By asking for mercy,
his kindness has poured in faithfully.
The roof is gleaming with bliss,
because of his blessings.
© Hari Prasad.S