Washing dirty socks every evening
as I return from office
I go into a trance sometimes
with all the froth created
it destroys all filth and odour
and then they smell sweet
with a faint perfume
and as my mind runs heavenwards
I feel my body and soul
so similiarly stale and dirty
in this mundane existence
having lost all freshness and innocence
it was born with....
dealing in the worlds ruthless flow
please cut all attacments to this filth
And instill in me thy faint fragrance
thy purity and heavenly grace
O my Lord Almighty

anurag duggal

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