A Servant’s Dilemma

Aditi Rishi
2 min readOct 7, 2024

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If I Could —

If I could place a petal on your hand and grant you a wish,

I will make you see the world beyond matter, love beyond pleasure.

If I could leave you now,

I would leave you twisted and turning in surprises of subtler devotional acts spoken of by the mystics with those drunken eyes.

If I could give you hope,

I will lend you a day in my life with the reality that reflects the truer hopes of countless births.

If I could name you something,

I will call you God, I will chant your name until you meet the one who kept on playing underneath the impenetrable masquerade.

If I could make you see,

I will never let you cover the divinity that is ever-sparkling, ever-pulling you inside through the stillness of your eyes.

Only if I could,

I could make you talk, walk and act like there is no tomorrow, all is ever now, without planning upon becoming…without ever being something than what you already are.

I will make you dance without touching the ground. And what could be better, but to forget who you thought you were and remember what you already, always are!

A bliss is what I give for the bliss that I owe.

If I could, I would render truth,

I will…maybe…

And you’ll stop living with your miseries already.

But only if I ever could.

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