The Joss Stick


With the solemn scent,
Don’t know with how much austerity,
She burns herself with whole devotion.
Her dancing fumes, concomitantly;
Contemplating and stirring,
We are known by ablation of religion.
Somewhere united by very little thing,
The Joss - stick.
Almighty might be not delighted by the fruits and flowers,
And He always requests donate the food to one;
Who is hungry, I will eat there.
Show your gratitude to them who protects you,
Give them your flowers,
I shall feel the softness of its petal there.
But the joss stick is true abbess,
No one could love the almighty more than her.
She happily burn herself and floating somewhere in deep meditation.
At the red point where she burn herself,
Like she blowing the conch and saying that-
Yes I am sacrificing my every speck,
To the one whom I loved.
Yes I am still happy by melting me,
In the feet of Him, from where I originated.

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