{"id":9033,"date":"2010-11-13T05:31:12","date_gmt":"2010-11-13T04:31:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=9033"},"modified":"2010-11-13T05:31:12","modified_gmt":"2010-11-13T04:31:12","slug":"a-prayer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/?p=9033","title":{"rendered":"A Prayer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Giribaradhari das: <\/p>\n<p>A king I was, feeling proud.<br \/>\nSubjects and land,<br \/>\nSo much to reign.<br \/>\nTaking that gold, that night with stealth.<br \/>\nKilling my mother,<br \/>\nThus grew my wealth.<br \/>\nOh my Lord, I promise,<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll never do it again.<\/p>\n<p>A sailor I was, strong and wild,<br \/>\nFull fourteen years,<br \/>\nNo longer a child.<br \/>\nLashings and whippings, my dogs, my slaves,<br \/>\nThoughts for no one,<br \/>\nThen a watery grave.<br \/>\nOh my Lord, I promise<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll never ever, do it again.<\/p>\n<p>Then fragrant perfumes, milk white skin.<br \/>\nThe envy of all,<br \/>\nNo sense of shame.<br \/>\nA girl I was, then lover then bride.<br \/>\nThen prince, then pauper.<br \/>\nNow, no place to hide.<br \/>\nOh, my dear Lord, I promise,<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll never, ever, do it again.<\/p>\n<p>My thoughts, my feelings, my visions abound,<br \/>\nWith lions and horses,<br \/>\nAll running around,<br \/>\nSnarling, fiercely fighting ,<br \/>\nHot white sands,<br \/>\nAttacking, defending,<br \/>\nIn distant, far off lands.<br \/>\nOh my dear Lord, I promise I&#8217;ll never, never do it again.<\/p>\n<p>Hundreds of soldiers, I hear them yell.<br \/>\nWicked encounters to the depths of hell.<br \/>\nNow, here I am, inside this womb,<br \/>\nHating each second,<br \/>\nFeeling faint I swoon.<br \/>\nOh my dear, dear Lord, I promise,<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll never, ever do it again.<\/p>\n<p>I beg You now, with humble plea,<br \/>\nLet me not forget Your mercy &#8216;pon me<br \/>\nAnother life of pleasure, sorrow and pain.<br \/>\nOh, my dear Lord Krsna,<br \/>\nI never want to forget You,<br \/>\nEver again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Giribaradhari das: A king I was, feeling proud. Subjects and land, So much to reign. Taking that gold, that night with stealth. Killing my mother, Thus grew my wealth. Oh my Lord, I promise, I&#8217;ll never do it again.<!--more--><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9033","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9033","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9033"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9033\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dandavats.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}