They decked you with flowers
Crowned you with gold
Laid marble at your feet
They have covered your body
With the finest silks
Burnt the most fragrant incense sticks
Worshipped you with aartis
Singing loud enough to wake up the world
The prasadam is as rich
As your king’s own meal
Poor me,
I do not think
I am fit enough
To be your devotee
But let me tell you
In spite of the glitter
You look beautiful, my Lord.
Writer: My Friend: Surendar Singh – Facebook
be happy!!!
