The Boon Poem by samyak jain

suppose you desert me
and
remove every trace of me
from your heart and mind,
i will, for sure, retreat into the jungle,
retreat into the impregnable interior
where time has stood still for eons and eons,
then i will do penance of the severest kind,
of the cruellest torture to the body and
flogging the mind till it is purged of you
completely,
then
if lord Shiva appears and grants me the boon,
i will like the whole earth
to be crumpled in to a fistful of mud and sand,
for
the mind that is without you,
is
no better than the earth
without its creation.

...a t p.