Your blessings on me and the world is at my feet,
Called me illogical at first, amazed they then meet.
Foolish I seemed to them, yet wonderstruck they feel,
For wonders of wonders, my logic worked they feel.
A silent giggle I laugh for the merriment you deal,
Poor chaps, so lost are they, I sympathise and feel.
For my lord when with me, the world can’t touch my glee,
So protected and cocooned I am, that liberated I feel.
Shout with joy and bliss, I want to, but laugh with glee,
For my lord, is with me, and I thank my thee.
- Dr. Hira