You're seen ever advising me,
Whenever need arrives,
Spoke clearly to me,
To show further paths alive.
You always stand by me,
When sight casts in hope to you,
Put patience and courage in me,
For all preaching obliges to you.
All your preaching and teaching,
Made me unique in strayed crowd,
Found you prompt in reaching,
That made me feel proud.
Many times I felt pangs,
Men couldn’t peep inside,
Convicted myself for time’s prank,
Kept in mind a golden history of rights.
Since days I found you burying slowly,
Feel a dim layer over your mirror,
Your image not visible clearly,
Others seem between us driver.
In my stormy days, navigate me,
I promised you to always welcome,
But why your voice not reaching me?
You make one’s golden history shine.
My sheer voice, you bring crown.
Why are you going down?