Give me your pardon

I assume me rich or ruler, holder of traits and power.

Of body, my senses, the conscious I am the master.

It is my talent; that do things, no one else can do.

I am superior, try to cause others to obey my rules.

I forget, my selfish deed, to where the soul has led,
Even sinful and bad as soul and mind conceded,
My those deed, which pained others for my own-
pleasure, protection, comfort and bountiful gain.

You make me see, speak, taste, feel, smell and hear;
powered to do so many other actions, but always I fear;

the shoe you have given, whether I have fitted in,

have done the acts righteously and devoid of sin?

My soul is your tiniest part, lent by you O My Lord!
When you will take it back, I am nothing, I am a void.
I know soul is my existence, conscious is the director,
but afraid; to direct my soul, conscious, rarely I prefer.

I exist, because you gave me a body, brain and soul.
On each and every my breath, you have the control;

pray to always show me and make to go on right path

wherever I stray, give me your pardon, O My Lord!

(C) S D Tiwari