A Desperate Prayer with 18 Days Left - March 18, 2012

18 days remain for me,
In the country of my heart
What am I going to miss the most,
Where does the list begin to start?

India, vast and mysterious,
Is forever enticing me,
I've barely seen a tiny bit,
Of all I want to see.

My palate's tasted every food,

And spicy daunts me not,

The breads are bits of heaven,

I could be fatter but I'm not.

I feel so full of love these months,

So welcome where I've gone,

From my Royal Caribbean friends,

To perfect strangers, I've been drawn.

I pray to the gods and goddesses,
To grant my safe return,
For until I touch this shore once more,
My heart will ever yearn. 

Carmen Henesy

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