Arrival

Interrupted breaths, erratic devotion

What has become of me?

A promise I embraced, to hold you in every breath

now stands alone, aloofly.

 

Guru, why now do I feel

the waft of air that you are, so distantly?

I wonder if I gave you away

to the absurd world so easily?

 

I listened wastefully what they said,

forgetting what you are to me.

Please come back, in tears I plead

With my very self, I’ll bathe your feet.

 

Ah! Who else be accused of your exit,

but the puerile me?

How did I expect your divine feet in my home,

when my home itself is awfully filthy?