Upon seeing Poverty
Upon seeing poverty people laugh and jeer, and such was my
But now I hold the powers of creation in the palm of my hand
― all because of Your mercy.
You know I am nothing, O Ram, Destroyer of fear.
All creatures seek Your refuge, O Prabhu, Fulfiller of
Those who find Your refuge suffer no more afflictions.
Because of You, the high and the low ― all have gone
across, escaping from the prison of this world.
Ravi Das says, The tale cannot be told, so why speak further?
You are what You are. What metaphor can I possibly use to