Krishna's Spell Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

How I wish I was an incense stick,
Burning and spreading as scented smoke,
Dropping as ashes at the Deity's feet!

Or a little white flower with a lovely scent,
Part of a garland round the Deity's neck,
To drop as dry petals at His feet next!

Wish I had been a twig of the sandalwood tree,
Dried and ground to a fine scented paste,
To adorn the Deity's graceful face!

Or say a brass lamp filled with oil,
Burning at His feet as evening fell,
To throw a bright glow round His lovely image!

Such peace is there at the Lord's feet,
I hope it will be my final retreat!