28.

My Lord Beloved Supreme,
I wanted to be the slave
Of Your Heart.
Perhaps it was presumptuous
On my part.
I changed my mind.

I wanted to be the slave
Of Your Eye.
Perhaps that too was presumptuous
On my part.

I wanted to be the slave
Of Your Feet.
Alas, Your lack of response
Clearly showed me
That it was nothing but audacity
On my part.

Now I want to be the slave
Of the dust of Your Feet.
Even the dust of Your Feet
Does not care for the pangs
Of my heart!

My life is dancing inside
My humiliation-pride-room.