Pure Sins

Look !
the bed room lamp
has opened its eyes;
drops of dim light
flows on your
spicy body;
the celestial bird
stretched  her wings,
let us sing
together !

Look !
the prayer room candle
has melted its shape;
wax of pure sins
spreads into
the dark soul;
the pleasure bird
stretched its wings,
let us sing
together !

BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI