PRAYER

Dr. SANKARA SREE RAMA RAO

Amidst deafening noises

I strain my ears to hear thy Divine music

Blinded by the mist of Maya

I try to cast a look at thy Divine form

With a wavering and mischievous mind

I struggle to concentrate on thy Divine reality

Surrounded by foul and disgusting odours

I very much desire to catch thy Divine perfume

Scratched all over by the roughness of life

I yearn for thy Divine touch

Like a delicate flower in a thorny bush

I send out the perfume of love to you

Through the wind of constant prayer.

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