O Lord who is there besides You who will hear my cry?
Strange is my petition: a poor man, I, I seek to become a king…
From time immemorial I have suffered the tortures of hell and have lived through many low births, but I crave not for wealth or even salvation though I know that You can confer all these.
What I desire is to become in every birth a toy for You to play with or a stone to touch Your Feet.
Notes
Tulsidas gives expression to pure devotion when he prays.
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yes he is listening
From guest abhishek (contact)
when there is no one around to hear your cry, spritual power or ram is the one who will help you. just give into him. feel ur feelings......hug them, love urself and others... thanks for posting this.. -
nice poem I feel it must be great if read in original.
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