On the altar of love

jugransunita

I am ready
To be sacrificed
On the altar of love.

I watch with fascination
As my body is sanctified
Sandalwood paste
Making my skin, smooth and fragrant

Sprinkled holy water
Falls like cold rain
Drops adorn me
Like dew on flower petals

I wait
Night is approaching fast
Flutter of wings
Matches the flutter of heart.

I watch
As the bird of pray swoops down
I inhale his smell
I know him
From some past , may be.

I watch
As it feasts
On bits of me

I feel no pain
Just curiosity
How much of me will remain
After love has taken all.

(C) Sunita Jugran

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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