Lord I regret

(3316) Tomar carantale prabhu

From beneath Your feet, Lord,
Never did I offer up anything.
What I've given is Your grant,
Your stuff, as mine claiming.

Having been besotted with vanity,
Having set aside humanity,
I have kept a psychic demon
At base of my thought on deeds.

Much much later came sensibility...
I cast a glance around me:
Amassed is a congealed darkness
With a misty mesh of crudity.
Now at blunder's finish, sighing,
I call out to You in tears.

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