Plans are crushing,
I am now crying.
Loosing hope! Oh! Again loosing!
How to survive? This life is too boring.
My only hope,
You! My dear Holy Rope!
Coming down from the Abode,
In the Form of Murali Sound.
Cry my eyes!
But not for mortals.
Be sad my mind!
But for this world.
Suffer my soul!
But for those who crawl,
In this world without love.
For those who already deeply fall.
Give! Give!
For what you live?
Give love, again give!
This is life's only mean.
Serve! Serve!
For what else you yearn?
Serve Lord, again serve!
He's life's only goal.
Chant! Chant! Loudly chant!
Why you still fool, unintelligent?
No mean! No love, I just rent,
One body, then another and again repent.
Wake up!
No hope!
Everyone will leave, as some already left,
Without leaving to catch a tinge of rope.
Oh Lord! Beg You! At me once look!
You are my only shelter and hope!
Please forgive for disturbing You much!
But this kid needs You much!