Troubled by the trials of life
I turn into skin and bone.
My boat is damaged, the passage tough,
my sins fill all the hold.
On top of that, Mother, tall waves rage
on this sea of delusion.
It is tough to sail in this storm of life,
I will sink here for sure.
I think I am going under .
I have no oarsmen, no one at the helm.
Those who are here, are slaves to desire,
staying drunk night and day.
**From 'Maa' by Shri Annada Thakur
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