I wish you would hurt, for the hurt you cause
What do I curse you with, what curse can I cast?
For even the darkest of my curses shall be in irony
I wish you walk on a dusty road,
have a thorn poke your foot
may it hurt you enough to limp
may you call out in pain to Maiyya
Yet Kanha! The thorn would melt at your lotus feet
I wish a burn as you were lighting a lamp
In a sudden lapse of judgement,
may you burn your fingertip
may you call out in pain to Maiyya
Yet Kanha! The flame shall glow brighter in your glow
What do I curse you with, what curse can I cast?
For even the darkest of my curses shall be in irony
I wish you were pounding spice
a gust of wind blows mace into you eye
make your eye feel the burn like mine
may you call out in pain to Maiyya
Yet Kanha! The mace shall find coolness in your eye
I wish you were sewing your robes
a slip of the pin pierces you index finger
make you feel a searing pricking like my heart feels
may you call out in pain to Maiyya
Yet Kanha! The pin cannot move for your index finger is control itself
What do I curse you with, what curse can I cast?
For even the darkest of my curses shall be in irony
For all I know, you could mock my curse, even see it through
Yet you could call Maiyya, who shall run to you
I have called you for years, yet you keep me calling
So, Kanha! I shall live this curse of living in your absence
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