Unworthy

Unworthy is this instrument,
The strings all disobedient,
The tunes all ignorant.
It betrays You everyday
Wows to make it the last,
But finds itself again at the crossroads of mistakes.

Weak is this will,
Shrinks from suffering on Your path.
Yet suffers without You.
Insincere is this aspiration,
Needs to be reminded of its purpose.
It welcomes with open arms,
Things which should not even be at the door.
And then laments...sees You receding faraway.
More and More.

Ashamed is this effort.
Starts with great vigour,
Thinks it has all the parts unified under Your mission
Only to see them falling apart,
The train shortening in seconds.

The soul stares on helplessly at its Unworthy companions.....