I am small, I am beautiful
In my womb, is life.
But I am in this ugly world.
Amidst ugliness, do I lie.

My sweet smell can purify
A little of what is around.
But only on the surface, never
The depths, from where the ugliness abounds.

My pale colour and gentle visage
Seem to lighten up the dark.
But can it ever illuminate the hearts
Of thee, who leave this ugly mark?

As the venom from around
Seeps in through my body,
I try to wage a war to save
My child, from all that is ugly.

As I crumble from the poison
I look up to the Lord and cry
'What did I do to deserve this fate
For me and my beautiful child? '

In the blue of the sky, I feel
His gentle eyes.
I hear His voice within me
Down from the distant skies.

'As you try to save your child,
I lose yet another' , He says.
'I lose you to one of my son's wrongs,
I lose you, to his terrible ways.'

'What can be more tearful?'
Cries the Lord of all life
'Than to lose one child to another
And see this sibling strife?'

Seeing the sorrow in His eyes
With my last breath I plead,
To you, my brothers and sisters
To just look back and see.

All the mistakes that you made
That cost so many lives.
The grave wrongs that dared
To bring tears to His gentle eyes.

I beseech you to hear this cry
As my life, fades away.
The cry of thine own sister, to stop
Your path from going more astray.

O Self! Held art thou in stagnant pools
They that quiver with eternal halt.
O Eye! Forced art thee to memorize
Immovable walls, their every strength and fault.
O ears! Yet again made to hear
The tide of time ebbing away
O Nose! Thou should carry on to take
In the smell of still decay
O Touch! Fell shall thou, with no pause
The lack of change and infinite same.
O Chant! Repeat thyself to say the prayer
That no audience shall ever claim.
        O Soul! Soar above these heavy shackles!
        Grow forever in the world's expanse.
        O Mind! Paint the world with thy aura.
        Never Stop. Never Stay. Never Cease to advance.