O my Lord, I'm deeply grief,
Thou are my lofty father.
Bit by bit raining bless on me,
As a child crying how many.
On Here never non missing,
I missed my nice plane ways.

For you all things here_
Top soil, running water,
Nice wheather, cloudy sky,
These are your good hands.
Flying birds, staying stones,
All melodious tuens entered,
And exited throuing thou.

Comming soon and veiwing,
I am to your handsome piece.
On the other hand, I am tiny,
Your shape and size are vast.
You are not visible for all
I called you every time listening.

O my great father listen me,
Love me, your nature is fearful.
These winds, variable sounds,
Water waves, sun light and so.
Holding me, slowly slowly,
I have been calling you, see me.

Give me a chance for growing,
Because, I am part of a Lord.
Thy are everyone every place,
All are presented here all of you.
I am also of course of you,
Preserve and protection me.
__ DEONANDAN KUMAR, "BARHATTHIYA".31th July, 2026.