Washing dirty socks every evening <br />as I return from office <br />I go into a trance sometimes <br />with all the froth created <br />it destroys all filth and odour <br />and then they smell sweet <br />with a faint perfume <br />and as my mind runs heavenwards <br />I feel my body and soul <br />so similiarly stale and dirty <br />in this mundane existence <br />having lost all freshness and innocence <br />it was born with.... <br />dealing in the worlds ruthless flow <br />please cut all attacments to this filth <br />And instill in me thy faint fragrance <br />thy purity and heavenly grace <br />O my Lord Almighty<br /><br />anurag duggal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-and-my-dirty-socks/
