I know not
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