Krung Thep

 

I rail and snake my way,

to chant a mundane mantra,

in Krung Thep.

There is nothing much to say,

chanting peace on a mundane day,

in Krung Thep.

So I see joy in some other faces?

but verge of giving up in others?

in Krung Thep.

Who are these people coming to you?

Oh Lord Faces of two plus two,

In Krung Thep.

I don’t care enough for them,

My prayers are for me selfish am,

In Krung Thep.

Chant done and will I visit you again?

Shall and want my prayers remain mundane?

In Krung Thep?

At Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, March, 20245