The smell of anesthesia seeps through my veins,
The scars burn in the cold;
The breath slows down,
In intoxicating slumber.
Tears hurt the bruised skin,
The soul tries to die within,
In that eternal sleep.
The fragile body craves for your warmth,
Oh Lord with the trident, hear my prayers,
Take my pain in your blue throat;
Take me to your Kailash !!