You put thistles in my way,
As I traversed hill and plain, night and day.
I bore the pain with smiles; I bled.
I had nothing to say.
Your scorching sun pierced my eye,
When all the worlds slept under a starlit-sky.
But I groped away, blinded.
I thought I'd try.
You let me fight my battles alone,
As though it were a sin to atone.
I fought, I bore, and undaunted,
I did not make a moan.
I tried, I've come this far,
I know I've many impediment to par.
But, promise me this:
That I'd attain your Star.
Do promise me this,
That I'd attain your Star.
O' Ram, for then I shall not have striven in vain!
For then I shall not have striven in vain!
Krishnarasa Seshadri
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