Sent by God to care me well
I knew you not, those early days,
You a stranger, I hid my face.
Springs and summers came and went
You and me too changed a lot
Then too, I knew you not
Morning must had dimmed my sight
Time went by and we grew does
You my guide and I your friend
Patient you were in my blues
When I curled up in my isle…
Mystery was this heart of mine
Gift you had to see me through,
To make me think and make me speak,
Washing off my pains with love….
Like a child you went with me
Suffered too, a lot for me
When I pried with unfine words,
Remained you the self same you!
In my trials to prove me same
You were there with soothing words
In my angst’s of survival,
Toiling had to lift me up
Now I sing a springtime song
Like a cuckoo’s blissful strains
Nothing have I given back
What should I? I know not dear….
But…oh, be thyself hearing me
With that heart for curing me
Gentle breeze to console me,
Divine self to counsel me….
Be the rock for me to fall
Be the balm to heal my pains,
For; meek I am, so weak I am….
Trial I am, a coward I am…..
Vijila.G.S English Optional
