My heart is broken.
O Lord, haven't you heard my prayer?
Now where do I go and complain? Who is my friend?
Would you not console my crying soul?
I carry the burden of a million sins and counting - it is all my fault. I do not have the courage or intellect either - I am the manmukh. In my mind I may believe I am a good devotee - but if my prayers are not heard by You, what use is my thinking and believing? I am the loser devotee, a dog is better than me- at least he obeys and serves his master. A blade of grass is better than me - at least it sways to your Will. What even made me think I was a good devotee?
Now what do I even say?