Isn'T It True My Lord! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

How you love me?
o Lord,
why you love me?
I am that naughty child,
I am that foolish one,
I am that playful,
With dirt of ground,
On body and cloth!
I am not lazy,
but always crazy
always busy
on this stage and
ground,
Where I play my role
and where I play my game,
sleep where I am,
Whenever I feel tired,
Never bother where I am!
When I fall and get pain,
now and then, I come running to
you,
Just like a kid,
busy in play run to
its mother when it fall!
How do you love me
O, Lord why you love me?
You love me because I am your
child,
I love you because you are my
father, mother, and my all,
I am one among all,
But you are unique to me!
If I love brothers
and sisters and all,
my love reaches your heart,
and you are happy with me.
Isn't it true my Lord?