*The Canonized*
Jayan K.Cherian
(dedicated to the memory of Adriana Pavlov)
Then, in the deep silence of the prayer hall
In the sweltering heat
you stood on your knees.
Before the brisk motion of the index finger
could complete your holy urge
the God filled the prayer room
with his own nakedness.
The phallus and the candlesticks
were removed from your dreams.
In the light warmth of the holy flesh
you were elevated to
the eternal mistress of the spiritual.
Prayer hung on lips smeared with love
on a bubble of sound.
Transilated By Ajit Zakarias
Copyright © 1998 Jayan K.Cherian