Please, Lord!

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

Lord, make me walk my eyes closed
And let me talk with the lips closed.
I know you’re no ordinary magician.
This, then, is smallest request posed.

I know you never ask question “Why”
That is my reason I am not at all shy
To ask for things very extraordinary;
None has asked of you this so easily.

I promise you I will never misuse it;
I promise you, shall sparingly use it.
I will walk unto you with eyes open.
I will sing my prayer with lips open.

This I shall use when I am in crowd;
Eyes, lips shut, me in YOU drowned.