Let me not bleed – like a sacrifice.
Or a Cross around a sinful neck.
Allow me to thrive in this meadow,
As any petal would.
Weathered like a stone –
On a precious evening, wanting to be alone.
Collapse the King’s throne, like smelting gold.
Treat me like a Buddha, big, bold, and bright.
Or else let me enlighten you like a Quran.
I’ll mark myself with ten Tilaks, so all the rest know.
That I didn’t come here to be victimized.
For the eye beholds truth – while the tongue spits lies.