Oh Lord! You’re my life’s weaver
And for all of us You’re the Messenger;
I can’t choose the colours I like
Nor I can’t say ‘No’ to what I dislike.

You’re working on me constantly
Sometimes You add threads instantly;
Sometimes You weave sorrow
May be to make my life glow.

In weaving You’ve a skillful hand
And the pattern, You’ve perfectly planned;
There’re many threads of gold and silver
For sure You’re a splendid blender.

You showed me the reasons
For looming the dark thread;
All the other colours are well spread
Just like the colours of different seasons.