As I stand in the field
Facing demons called desires,
Their breaths revealed
Little burning fire!
It is surrounding me in circle
Tormenting me, burning me,
Around me the fire would swirl
Its been blocking the reality
Its been blocking You
Its Your loving glance
That I cannot see!I feel helpless
For its my doing
For I created these demons inside me
I gave them food, milk and water,
I nourished these desires
And now they are demons
Torturing their guardian!
Its alright
I think I deserve the torture
For the all of my body should be burnt
For what's the use of such a stunt?
What's the use of living?
When I'm not believing
That You are here!
You are killing them And removing my fears!
For I cannot watch it from here
The cloud of fire dust surrounds me
Why should I live?
Now that I've decided to abandon Your holy Name!
Your pastimes and Your transcendental Game!
Your loving glances and Your eternal love!
I have deceived You and Your beloveds!
Why should I live?
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Lālasāmayī
Poetry"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original posi...
