In the
Infinite
Playhouse
Of the world,
Many forms
Keep on
Changing,
Some flowers
Some thorns,
But I bear
It all as
A Grace
From Thee,
Like mother,
Thou chidest
When in error,
And lovest
When in
Right path.
Whatever
Thou givest
That with
Open heart
I embrace
As Thy Prasadam.
And benign grace!
© Krishna Wlikar
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