Trust in the Supreme Lord

Surrendering everything to the Lord, I wrote this poem..

After those sunny days,

in winter's quilt I always play..

But after sometime I got so bored and

tried to color a dirty hay..

Amazed by the fact,

that I could also make things better,

by my creation everyone'll flatter..

But when they saw,

to them it didn't matter, 

and then I realized my hopeswere just meant to shatter..

Still I smiled in that pain,

cuz even in the scorching heat,

I knew it would rain..

I looked at them hopefully n they said it's hard

cuz you are not more than a retard..

Then I prayed the GOD,

cuz I believed with happiness HE'll prod..

I tried again but amidst I realized,

it wasn't the world but my hopes were disguised..

They were not about making them happy,

but the Supreme Lord with whom I felt peppy!

And then I found the perfect way,

when in a temple I saw a garland was made,

by my hay..!!