The gentle lotus taught me to live well
To be away from the dirt where I dwell
Not be moistened by the droplets that fall
And to bloom with a gentle scent for all…
Let me be in the garland ushering smiles
And be the holy offering beyond all guiles
Let me be the seat for the divinity too
And wither to be the for more vines new…
-Kriss Venugopal