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.