Oh God
You are the flow of a river,
and I am a stone in it,
you are, gigantic
effecting me, to trim with aching, along
hesitant to attend my moans,
longing to disown, my rude profile
by dressing me a plain
good-looking form,
by your finishing touches
Oh God.
© Prabhudayal Khattar
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