It is love -
So I sit with heart adorned
With resolve
To crush the Self.
I'm mere particle -
If You could just tell
The winds of time
To take me to those alleys
Offering me to mingle
With the grit of those streets
That are trod by feet
Of travellers
Drawn like a moth
To merge in Thee;
So easy it'll be then for me
To be mortared
By trod of heels
My purpose attained
By becoming dust
Of some footstep.
After all won't
One of the lovers
Make it by dawn
Delivering me to Your doorstep?
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