By Haribabu Gorantla
Oh breath, the moment you are infused in me is the moment I'm born.
One inhalation and one exhalation makes your one cycle.
The life circle of me depends on how many cycles that you ride in me.
The ride of my life is the ride of you.
I'm so lost in my thought cycles,
unaware that you are the one which controls my karmic cycle.
While I struggle on the death bed for the last gasp,
which is when I realise how I am drowned in ignorance all along,
only to realise it's too late.
Had I only it known early,
would have behold you than everything else,
to break the endless circus of my life.
O gracious one,
Can you give me one more chance ?