Considering that everyone on KYPH have always had their way......and invariably suffered! Be it Kripa who despite all apparent warnings, went ahead with cementing her love for Angad, who inturn, knowing the truth in his heart, chose to incriminate Kripa mercilessly, Harshini, who despite being aware that Kripa did not betray her, destroyed her life with one lie, Naina, who despite being a Mother, overlooked her son's happiness for his career, Mishti, who chose to overlook the pain in Angad's eyes for her whim to have him at any cost, Prithvi who deliberately wants to burn in agony by marrying a woman whom he knows shall never return his love.
This poem is for all these people, who should stop always doing what they want and leave some decisions on God!
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Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
however dark it be;
lead me by thine own hand,
choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be or rough,
it will be still the best;
winding or straight, it leads
right onward to thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
choose thou for me, my God,
so I shall walk aright.
The kingdom that I seek
is thine; so let the way
that leads to it be thine,
else I must surely stray.
Take thou my cup, and it
with joy or sorrow fill,
as best to thee may seem;
choose thou my good and ill.
Choose thou for me my friends,
my sickness or my health;
choose thou my cares for me
my poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine the choice
in things or great or small;
be thou my Guide, my Strength
my wisdom and my all.
Cheers and Love,
Chilly