Friday, August 10, 2012


All the life on this land and the skies that is born
All after our death that we think is away and gone
All the love that he showers while we are in search
All the joys like peacocks which dance and perch
All the songs and hymns that we sing in his name
All the colours and hues that he keeps in a frame
All the battles that he lets us fight, brave and take
All the peace with our mind and heart that we make
For reasons such boundless, blessings all priceless
We call our Lord, the soul supreme, the matchless