To, My most beloved Master
Your beautiful
loving touch
tears me
tears not of sorrow
but out of paradise
I lick my tears
not to let
others pollute
that personal touch
that whiff of yours
fragrance still
surround me
to the very core
tears brimming
around my eyelids
waiting for the
morning sunshine
to wash it away
tears streaming
down in sacredness
to the presence
of my beloved
Master, divine
Chinniah
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