My True Pal

When I was left behind by world unkind,

A true friend nowhere to find,

But You arrived before I could call,

and assured me that You are my True Pal.

When everything was fine and good,

With plenty of money and food,

I spent my time rejoicing in it,

Not realizing that everything was Your own gift.

Dearest Swami in orange gown,

You were always there, when I was pushed down,

But I often failed to see Your lovely hand,

In those times of need, which made me stand.

I fall short in measuring Your grace,

For the boons You showered on human race,

So let me offer my deep sense of gratitude,

By presenting myself in servitude.

~ Raja Sekhar Ganta ~

(From his book "108 Heart Beats")