Often, as I look through my old window
Wonder, from where does this wind blow
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 hve to leave one day
With the passge of time, I’ve realized
I m nothing but a puppet of clay!