Om Sai Ram

Whenever I call You

     The edge of tears

 from the fighting eyes.

Then You heard the call,

Lord Oh my gosh..

   

  Someone without fault

 had done many insults to me

  You prove the truth

     Did my hard work..

    

  I respect strangers

   I believe in the Lord

  Lord was hidden under

    the gentle face

     Belief or disbelief

  Amrit who I thought was Lord

    He was a pot full of poison