As I look through my window Wonder, from where does this
There must be someone who made trees
And then made them move to and fro...
Often as I look into the burning sun
I start to think of HIM, the Greatest One
HE is the creator and protector of all
I am the creator and protector of none !
HE gave me eyes to see HIS grace
HE gave me a tongue just to praise
Today, as I think of my bad deeds...
All selfish talks and my worldly greeds...
My eyes get filled with tears and shame
With pain and sorrow, my heart bleeds...
For how long in this world will I stay?
Surely, I'll have to leave one day
With the passage of time, I've realized
I m nothing but a being of clay !