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!!!

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