Astray Life

When incense of thurible

Doesn't spread magic, 

When the bell 

Doesn't arouse 

God's attention, 

When chanting of mantra 

Lacks profoundness,

I feel your lacuna.

Without you, 

God even doesn't smile.

Empty home 

Lacks embellishment, 

Silence also becomes 

Indignant to partner me.

Your pertinent presence 

What all my lacunae demand, 

But you are far away, 

You are far from my belief.

The Zephyr that veers 

If anytime benevolently 

Touches you to express 

My penitence,

Do come back, 

Do come back to hold 

The reign of the astray life.