Paint My Soul

From head to toe, count the drops
Of paint that’s needed,to colour this corpse
Hold thy brush, dip it in the deepest of colour
Convert my flesh to bright from duller
Oh my love! Fill your bucket of paint
See me naked, make me vibrant
The saree once unfolded by a cruel stranger
Paint it back, pull me out of that danger
Draw a blouse for my breast, and a fabric of yards nine
Throw colours on this living canvas and I shall just be fine
Drop the brushes, use thy Godly fingers
To feel that touch, my dead soul lingers
Now hold my foot, make an anklet for them
Rubies for neck, for wrist pearls and gem
Then my sweetheart, give blush to my cheek
Brush away those tears, don’t let me look weak
So shall you see my love, a corpse becoming alive
Paint my soul, sprinkle it with life
And at the end, my magician, kiss those lotus lips
Watch how, into a dead body, life slowly drips…