Faith

Raise an anthem to them The torrentuos folks in their prime Take your pen in hands Let it flow freely on a book Write of the bliss and diss Of youthful ardour for piety Amidst the daily hectic hustle In the bustling scuffling heat of day There lies an inner eager yearns In every true born Indian yauvan Gayatri Mantri, Gayatri Mantri They head straight to their daily prayers Though the heart do slide (a vile) at time, The bonds of home do guide it back With words to remind of karma's pine And Brahma's doctrine of Samara The heart again is set aright The prime of life is set to lie Om Bhur bhuva swaha They chant so well their prayers In all the many lofty hankerings The youthful yen for love and life, And the longings of a sense of belonging Can never with its seeming grandeur Stray the Indian's prime from faith ~ Faith