A scavenger was roving in the Garden
A blooming flower feared at her
Why do you know? Lest,
She will come to touch her hair
That would lose her sanctity
And she will not feel holy
To be offered in the prayer
I am here only for prayer
You cannot touch me, you cannot come
I will be unsanctified
She was praying to her God
With thrilling voice and fear
Please! Don't come, I am wholly offered To Him
Not for others
I want to live till my Brahman's coming
He will pluck me with serenity
For the ritualistic offer
I have waited since from my origination
To be freed from this illusory world
That would be my complete prayer
For my salvation
Copyright @ Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (Dt:15 March,2020)
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