POETRY: the nectar of life Page 2

TO MY MASTER

Let the earth be nothing,

But a celestial body for me.

Let the world be nothing,

But a mirage of temptation for me;

For I belong to none of these,

For I belong to the divine, to Thee.

I know not the king,

Who rules the land I tread.

I know not the nation,

Which is told to be mine.

I know only the light of soul.

I know the serene shine,

To which I shall present my all-

My life, my will, my soul.

I am sightless to any civilization.

I am sightless to any organization.

Let the world call me a blind with eyes;

I see only Him, He, who had shaped my life.

He, to whom I owe-

Every single breathe I take,

Every beat my heart has known,

Every feeling I nurture in my breast,

Every fling arising in my mind.

I shall rest in peace forever,

If Thou give me a chance to serve Thee

If thou accept me as a ray of Thy Light

If Thou punish my sins being my Master.

Here I stand with heartful reverence for Thee.

Take away my blood, purged for Thy service-

Drop by drop, every drop.

I shall then lose myself to Thee-

In delight and contented silence, O Master!