A song for my sire (by Surela Mukherjee)

If my hear was like a lyre, with millions of chord strung to the wooden frame,
I’ll compose the best music for my Sire,

A music that kindles fire among the hearts of million men.

I’ll compose a tune unheard of, that is not quiet the same

Same as other tunes that evoke love and shame.

Here, Sire, is God who I trust.

He who is above all dirt, above all lust.

He is the God that is loved by me, although he is the one I cannot see.

I feel his presence in everything I am, and what I’ll be.

It will be music of gratitude to thee

that will reverberate in land and sea, in mountains and dale,

in gardens and lea.

I’ll play the chords with my own nimble fingers.

I’ll hold the chords till the music lingers.

So that it will reach to thee.