Admission

He demands my soul

I do not know why

Where is the fire

In my eyes, body or soul

That so badly blinded his sight

Where is the pious serenity in me

Which has put him in such trance.

It might have so happened

He mistook my faithlessness

To be my serene image

And all the sin that adorns me

To be the sparks of heaven.

I failed to make him believe

I am neither pious nor a saint

I have no angelic wings to fly

No fountain

That could pour incessant love.