Often as i look through my old window

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Often as i look through my old window,
wonder from where does this wind blow.
there must be someone who made trees,
and then made them move to and fro.

Often as i look into the burning sun,
I start to think of Him the greatest one,
HE is the creator and protector of all.
I am the creator and protector of none.

HE gave me eyes to see HIS grace,
HE gave me a tongue just to praise,
HE gave me brain but still Alas!
HE is the one i can never trace,

Today as i think of my bad deeds,
All selfish talks and my worldly greeds,
My eyes get filled with tears and shame,
with pain and sorrow my heart bleeds.

For how long in this world will i stay?
Surely i’ll have to leave one day,
with the passage of time i’ve realized,
I am nothing but a puppet of clay.