One in a Thousand

O Krishna!

There may be lakhs of ants in all,

But very few do on Your beautiful creatures crawl.

There may be crores of flowers to Mother earth born:

But oh! only a few do Your handsome looks adorn!

There may be uncountable atoms of gold worn by men:

Only a select many are made into Your jewels even then!

There may be infinite lengths of thread woven:

But to tailor Your garments, only a few get chosen.

There may be many a hundred destination in Your Creation:

Each may have its flavours and each its own temptation

But dear Parthasarathy!

Allow me to find in Your Lotus Feet shelter with sheer dedication!