POOR DEVOTEE
Fly far away if you will
I shall sing hymns and praise
Till we meet in the wings of time
For your safety and well being.
If ever you get a moment free
Amidst the crazy race of life,
Think of a poor devotee then
Washing feet in tears always.
Obedient one like Abraham
I shall remain for all the times,
Making garlands with my sighs
From the furnace of a burning soul.
Abraham Karickam
Abraham Karickam
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