Lying on bed and taking rest
Is not what I would like to have
Rather a path of action to brave
Your grace ever abundantly pave.
What’s there in your bag for me
O krishna soon peep in to tell me
As years do score , life fatal be
I wonder what will open for me?
Can’t those days be returned again
To move my limbs without a pain
memory intact, logic reasons sane
Courage on flight, fright on bane?
O lord