A Lonely Worshipper
An iron trident
Is all I had
As a Sadhu
In a cave by the lake
I worshipped Shiva
And his consorts
As if they were my parents
Sometimes I slept on a rock
By the Sea
Fit for a hermit
My mind was occupied
With worshipping
I forgot myself most of the time
My feet were always
Covered in sand
Until they carried
Me across the river of life
It was the only time
They got clean
And made sense to me
Copyright © Rainer Loveiam | Year Posted 2011
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