Simplicity Poem by Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Simplicity



Born in a hutment with a wooden ladle
In the mouth, and rocked in a sack cradle
By my indigent mother searching for a saddle
And facing every morning many a hurdle

Humble people reaching heights of glory
May our minds enlarge reading their story
O' lord! Save me from every trouble
And confer strength to face the struggle

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