Up amid the wise grey haired
Himalayas and beneath his sole,
And far down to the gorgeous
gargling Ganges,
Your sweetest song sung sweetly soothes my
soul,
Sweetened like Keat’s nightingale
and sugary candies.
From dungeons, my shackled senses
shaken with a warm breath,
Unchained me from this freezing
vales and isles.
Your lucent poesy is unheard on
earth,
Mistress agony smirks and sits
through the aisles.
Karma claws this brittle body to death,
Father! I long for pills to free
her wrath,
And sleep blissfully before a warm hearth
Hearken! Hearken! Hearten me holy
heart
I plead: tip me to slurp your slush sutras.
This surreal life is slitting me
apart,
My beastly soul needs your magic
mantras.
Sleeping under your Bodhi tree I
yearn,
Forlorn eyes trek far to see your
glimpses
Like a lost yogi in a cold cavern.
Yet kneeling down I supplicate to learn
To erase throbbing pain is my
wishes.
Alas! This gorgeous Karma kisses me
again,
Ringing kneeling bell, she shuts my
heaven.
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