mvvenkataraman
04-10-2014, 09:28 AM
Losses come without announcing
Upon me they are just pouncing
Suddenly by them I am caught
After facing, I worry truly a lot
I am unable to locate them
As secretly comes a problem
After its arrival, I brood a lot
But, the result is a big naught
At a young age, in love, I lost
But, I could overcome it fast
As my mind had hope and guts
It didn't spend time in regrets
If by my father, I was scolded
My recovery % was full hundred
If I fell down and hurt my body
My youthful state gave a remedy
At a old age, I find losses hurt
I can't throw them away like dirt
They enter into my heart piercing
I have a fear that Gods are cursing
Severe losses make me speechless
They arise not because I was careless
But, because I am destined to suffer
This is the only solace, I could offer
When I count the number of losses
Really terrific agonies, memory causes
I many times weep and turn immobile
My feelings, to God, I very soon mail
Many times, my soul will be crippled
My trust upon myself is just toppled
Chanting of mantras alone helps
As faith on the Almighty develops
When we view losses as God-made
All our worries soon just away fade
As God is a Master in assistance
As knows to do the best Providence
When severe losses come in succession
Toward our agony, evil has an obsession
Prayer alone can provide a salvation
This my sincere and honest derivation.
mvvenkataraman
Upon me they are just pouncing
Suddenly by them I am caught
After facing, I worry truly a lot
I am unable to locate them
As secretly comes a problem
After its arrival, I brood a lot
But, the result is a big naught
At a young age, in love, I lost
But, I could overcome it fast
As my mind had hope and guts
It didn't spend time in regrets
If by my father, I was scolded
My recovery % was full hundred
If I fell down and hurt my body
My youthful state gave a remedy
At a old age, I find losses hurt
I can't throw them away like dirt
They enter into my heart piercing
I have a fear that Gods are cursing
Severe losses make me speechless
They arise not because I was careless
But, because I am destined to suffer
This is the only solace, I could offer
When I count the number of losses
Really terrific agonies, memory causes
I many times weep and turn immobile
My feelings, to God, I very soon mail
Many times, my soul will be crippled
My trust upon myself is just toppled
Chanting of mantras alone helps
As faith on the Almighty develops
When we view losses as God-made
All our worries soon just away fade
As God is a Master in assistance
As knows to do the best Providence
When severe losses come in succession
Toward our agony, evil has an obsession
Prayer alone can provide a salvation
This my sincere and honest derivation.
mvvenkataraman