Saturday, October 29, 2016

Desire

Take me not to burning ghats
Nor to burial grounds
Feed me to your hungry dogs
My body I offer
To nourish starved bodies
My bones to chew
Let crows and vultures
Peck at me
Cleansing, purifying
I'll be a gift of life
I'll be a source of delight
I'll get my respite.
End my days of long nights
For years I've burned
In unseen flames
For years in graves
I've remained
Set me free, by your grace
I'll search, I'll find my new space.

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