Onto
         my brown-green
                             earth

spinning thunder
                         explosions
                                          silence
                                                     blood

Onto
         my brown-green
                                      earth

pastas, sauces
                    mad rush
                                     awful
                                               tablemanners

Light
         in my lap

Light
         I touch

Light
         my world

Light
         you raze me
                          to ground

like
      a baby demon
                               learning to use his fork.

Lord
         Lord of sin
                         of colour
                                         of fire

like
      a teavendor
                         boiling his milk
                                                 over and over again

like
      a poet
                 losing touch
                                     cooking words

bless
        my wounds
                         my dreams
                                         of a fat man

redeem.

Give me victory
             give me defeat
give life
             give death.

Samartha Vashishtha