Compassion

Compassion

I am a person who will not even kill a fly

For I see the His spark in all beings or at least I try.

I hear the music in everything that moves

I feel the touch of the Lord whom everyone loves.

I am His son and He is my real Father

He will surely protect me if I ever falter.

Fire is His tongue, the fire that consumes He meant

It has seven vibrant colours too,

He smells also with the same element

And brings sunshine or rain whichever applies to you.

Never mind about my will, only thy will be done

I’m but a spec of dust in His vast ocean.

The whole universe is His canvas in motion

On which His paintings come as a surprise,

How I admire His unique Exhibition

And salute The Great Painter in disguise.

Hi is the only one without a second

Living in our hearts in His full measure,

How He works we can’t understand

It’s a miracle to only appreciate and treasure.

He blesses all whether a pauper or a king

With the gift of deep sleep to all beings,

He is as swift as the mighty lightening

Where punishment is concerned for wrong doings.

Lekhram