R.i.p.

I have a scorching desire
To be with you.
That is burning me
Inside out.

Love has incinerated me
To ashes…

And I wait for the
Winds of time to
Waft me away…
Into the Ganges of love
Flowing within you.

Only then can I
Attain Moksha.

A lifetime of thirst
Quenched by you.

~ Amen ~ R.I.P.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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