Sunday, June 5, 2016

Empty handed I trudge....

Empty handed I trudge....

Empty handed I trudge from door to door
Oh my lord
I am the eternal beggar
dont know who I want
dont know what I want,
My Chitta knows not where the peace is
My thirst quenches not,
Whatever I get I lose
I float in my tears.
All those travelers leave
The day comes to an end,
night approaches , the fair comes to an ednd,
How long oh my lord
Where do I leave my alms,
Where does the lamp light
Over which ocean bank ?