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