......HOW TO PRAISE YOU TELL......
You gave me a soft heart to make your world my own..
You filled me with bliss to thank you with deep yawn..
You blessed me with everything I am thankful O God
You gave me my sweet Monalisa, made of melted gold..
The Sun with its rays of hope, the moon with love..
The clouds with the bed of desire and the hearts with throb..
The faith in the eyes of a doe and the smile of a new born..
You have provided all o God with the promise in the blade of corn..
How to thank you please tell me, how to praise you tell..
I am ungrateful, recognised so late you have me on bail..
You are the master with me as your humblest servant...
Punish me to your fill I will enjoy, ever waiting for your warrant..
©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
You gave me a soft heart to make your world my own..
You filled me with bliss to thank you with deep yawn..
You blessed me with everything I am thankful O God
You gave me my sweet Monalisa, made of melted gold..
The Sun with its rays of hope, the moon with love..
The clouds with the bed of desire and the hearts with throb..
The faith in the eyes of a doe and the smile of a new born..
You have provided all o God with the promise in the blade of corn..
How to thank you please tell me, how to praise you tell..
I am ungrateful, recognised so late you have me on bail..
You are the master with me as your humblest servant...
Punish me to your fill I will enjoy, ever waiting for your warrant..
©®SACHIDANANDA MISHRA
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