A PUPPET OF CLAY.....

 Often, as I look through my old window,

Wonder, from where does this wind blows,

There must be someone who made trees,

And then made them move to and fro,

Often as I look into the burning sun,

I start to think of HIM.

 The Greatest One He is the creator and the protector of all!

I am the creator and the protector of none!

He gave me eyes to see His grace,

He gave me a tongue just to praise,

Today, as I think of my bad deeds,

All selfish talks and my worldly greeds,

My eyes get filled with tears and shame,

With pain and sorrow, my heart bleeds,

For how long in this world will i stay?

Surely, i'll have to leave one day,

With the passage of time, i 've realized,

I am nothing but,

A PUPPET OF CLAY!