The Prayer Of Abhilaaj Poem by Lajpat Chawla

On your door, I stand me lord
With folded hands, on knees
The pangs of sorrow cut into me
Like colony of angry bees.

I will partake, if I must
The poisons meant for me
Let the scorpions roll over,
Let the leeches bleed
Give me sorrow, yes,
Give me pain,
Beyond which a man could sustain.

Give me also the fortitude,
The strength
To bear it with a smile,
Let your light enter my soul,
O Lord,
A wee bit for a while.