Poetry

Sanctification

I am all agog over passing through

South and Central to meet my destiny in

The Bay of Bengal.

                                                 

Curse me, if you want,

I fell from heaven on Lord.

He is the author of my factuality,

My arms belong to his tranquility,

My existence sanctifies by his touch.

                                                 

Lord! I have descended from the heavens

To sanctify you,

Why do you desecrate me?

                                                             

~Nidhi Agrawal

India

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