Life Poem by Nabashis Dev Misra

The dark granite lamp, sticky from
years of oil trickling to keep alive
the flame that flickers in the wind.
Atoning every heart
that abandoned her,
she burns on relentlessly.
A part of me, she is, born to another
in a land that I called mine long ago.
She lives within,
even in her freedom, as she roams
into a maddening world,
away, where my arms can't protect.
It's in my soul she resides,
her spells taking me deeper
into the vortex of life;
bound as I will always remain
to her, by threads of births,
in bonds from a hundred pasts.
I crave for her peace,
which she retrieves for me
from the depths of her realm—
the one she invites me into.
And I watch, wide-eyed, enamored
at how gods are born from human beings.
I know, for I, too, am her incarnate.