O My Lord Poem by Saroj Padhi

I want to kiss You, hug You my lord
as you descend from the royal throne
down to holy dust of the Grand Road;

let there be none between me and you
as I would merge into your rotund eyes
like the sky dipping into the Bay's blue;

let my grief and thousand grievances melt
at the touch of your body smelling of flora
and to hot cadences of your breath, I lilt;

may You curse and kill, but cuddle to heal
me of the big lust for bucks, busts and bars
with the final touch of love and the last thrill!