The ocean of Love

Why me, why me?
The victim to be.

Oh Mother! Is there no one,
To help your poor son?
Why sorrow? All mighty!
Grasp me, without mercy.

A little creature am I,
And all I can do is cry.
For without your grace, Mother,
In this darkness, I shudder.

Let thy Divine Grace be
Bestowed on me,
And from these bonds
Make me free.

Decrease my ego and free me
Of my load. And uplift me to thy abode.

— Akshay N. XII std., Amrita Vidyalayam, Kodungallur.