I HOPE...
Shall I not get any love?
Silent burnt tree of my desert
O Merciful, will it never blossom?
Destroying the seeds of sin
Filling vibration, lives flowering
When the wind of grace blows
Will not this hard heart move?
The load of my sorrow bending
Every step, so, faltering
When your touch is received
Will not this suffering become light?
–Translated from Hindi by Dr PRABHAKAR MACHWE