The frailty to view the allure of earth,
never witnessed light, since the very birth.
A life as obscure and gloomy as night,
Only facing coercion and never mirth.

For me, what is purple, yellow and green.
What is cruel, selfish and what is clean.
The prayer that was never answered is now,
finally getting answered, heard and seen.

The gift of lord, for my zeal and patience.
With sparkle, I bow down in obeisance.
Rejoicing the charm and magic of world,
Appreciating the life like renascence.

For I could see god-like face of mother,
she whispers warmly, "No more to suffer."
I quickly run outside of house with joy,
telling, "There's so much more to discover."

Mesmerized with enthusiasm and bliss,
a conspicuous thing I seem to miss.
That worldly joy, sensory bliss is finite,
and I must certainly fall in abyss.

When I realized, it was far too late,
for the god of death was already at wait.
Before departing and bidding good-byes,
I ask the god for an answer that's straight.

Why was I sightless when the world could see?
Why even whilst bright days, I couldn't go to sea?
Yamaraj gently smiles and answers me,
"Oh dear child, it utterly had to be."

The result of your karmas you received,
for before, in god, you never believed.
What is there to grumble and criticize?
when now, you shall genuinely be relieved.

For the god himself, you are now to meet.
There's nothing more transcendent than his feet.
And as you devotedly obeisance to him,
your life shall be pure, merry and complete.