My Lord Kriss
The idol of thee o Lord Kriss,
Enchants and gives me bliss.
Crowned glory and aura awesome,
Comes to me through You some.
Equal to the nectar supreme,
To make me lively extreme.
Garland of flower has luck,
As it touches the Lord’s neck.
No words to extol thee my Lord,
Though I don the role of bard.
May Thou dwell in my heart,
Making me ooze with art and craft..!
This is my solemn wish worth,
Thy blessing gives me mirth..!!
Copyright © Vinoda Bommakanti | Year Posted 2021
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