Don’t tread on the hallowed ground of my sins
with those holier-than-thou feet,
There is a spell to protect and keep
sinners like you from its boundaries.
I’d never cloaked myself in sanctity,
was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony;
had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory,
purging my soul of every human profanity…
Now the angels descend to take me to a paradise,
as this holy earth fills with hypocritical cries;
and I leave this hallowed ground in peaceful strife
by sweet, sweet, sweet love, purified…
© Isha Garg
LIVING THE DREAM 