Since when did

I start paying any attention

To incense sticks, Krishna?

I don't remember being awed

At the wisp of incense

Ever before.

And then

Immediately

You answered.

Dwelling in my textbooks

In a world created by humans

A façade so superstitious,

I almost forgot

To look at the world of the divine.

The earth you so lovingly sustain

The world that is your creation

Is fading away, Krishna.

And it is only us who shall be blamed.

We created one of our own

And we forgot the one that existed

Before time

And will exist

Beyond time.

There is timelessness in your creation.

Ours is just

Superstitious.

It is

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

I would like to be incense, Krishna.

I could be ignited

And I'd merge as one

With the creation of the divine.

Thank God

I paid attention

And stared, awed

At a lit incense stick.

Thank God,

Quite literally.

I have risen with the truth in my bosom.

The incense stick was burning at your feet, after all.