Love pity lost
where the candle burns
to a poodle of liquid wax
yet my veined hands
I clasp in prayer
as I grace the murtis
of Shree Ganesh
and Lord Shiva
and let Mother Laxmi
bring light
through the dark tunnels
of my frightened dreams
let my candle burn
in your pulsating heart
let everyday
be my birthday
and sing with me
as if I’m there
gracing your presence
only me
myself
and you
here today
and gone tomorrow
where children of our world
need my presence
to bring sunshine
in their uncanny world.
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