You have given
Touching moments
To my warm tears
Playing thy flute
O, the reverend-one,
to hold words
In my painful silence
Bellowing the last huff
O, the supreme commander!
In my decrepit body
I had wrinkled your heart
Longing thy wait
Test my patience not
O, there divine!
Still, my last wish
Sulk in protest
O, the sublime-one
Your magnificence steal
The char of my body ash
To burn vanity and ignorance
In supplication,
As I deny my existence!
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