Sunday, 26 February 2012

memory II

I ask myself
whether I should do penance
to win another favour

but I keep telling myself
it will never be the same again it will never
be the same again it
will never
be
the same

this is my mantra now
my tapas

looking at a black bangle on my wrist
I remember the vow I made

it will never be the same again it will never
be the same again it 
will never
be
the same

I close my eyes
to see yours
my ears grope for your voice

and I fear the goddess's wrath







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