Pleasure Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

The pleasure is endless

like a swirling aromatic

incense burning

in the secret chambers

of my heart

when the purity

of your voice

begins to sing

a beautiful bhajan

as you step out

of your pristine room

and make your entry

into your warm shower

a rapturous feeling

of elation dances

with elusive joy

in my mind

as you chant the names

of Lord Shiva

of Lord Krishna

of Lord Ganesha

of Mother Laxmi

like an encryption

of a pooja in my soul.

what blessing do you seek?