I am lost in the desert of blindness, I hope for only hope , purposeless and without thirst , I call you like a child who has failed you .
I don’t know what to do , to say , to ask , to be , I don’t like it here , without a meaning , a destination, a purpose , a hope
Call me to your Realm, punish me as you will , cut me , lock me , tear me to pieces , whatever you feel O Hari
Being a prisoner at your abode, is much better than being here , when are you calling me Oh mother !
I don’t mind workjng hard ,I don’t mind giving up sleep , I don’t mind being a slave , when it has all the purpose
You are the sole purpose of things , I find none on this realm , YOU RECIDE IN EVERYTHING , MAYBE LESS IN ME SO I TURN TO A STATUE , A STONE ,
when are you calling me swami ,
You are the path , the destination , the desity itself .
Ps: the pic is from Youtube Video on the Om swami channel, on lalitha sahasranamam and abhishekam