THE FIRE
S. SARBESWAR
The fire that could purge
all dross and impurities
and sublimate my consciousness
instead consumes me outright
the fire that can forge
a god out of
mortal ruins
awaken the somnolent soul
in a sinking foolish body
instead rocks me
with a massive load
of lust and libido
that which can award
a glimpse of ‘Truth’ and ‘Divinity’
the taste of ‘Nirvan’ and ‘Infinity’
grinds and crushes me
as if in a mill-stone
to a sordid lump of
flesh and sensuality.