Without Any Worry

I stand alone in this world
In natural surroundings 
I hand You my pomp and pride 
Expecting nothing in return.

All the luxuries I experience 
Are temporary in nature 
Permanent's only Your grace
I found this with passing time.


Swiftness of flowing waters
Movement of waves in sea
Blowing breeze that sustains life
Are stepping stones You handed us.

Climbing one step at a time
Helping fellow beings with care
Chanting Your name constantly 
I'll move on without any worry.  

Tirupathi Chandrupatla





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