I am your incense and for a little while will burn at your shrine.

I am your incense and for a little while will burn at your shrine.
I have kneaded
your passion into my own clay.
When this body smolders, smoke will rise.
This body’s smoke will flicker and will say only this much-
Whatever breezes pass through’ these touch your breath,
I want to become one with those breezes.

Amrita Pritam