For mr murthy

The divine shine
No ignominy,
No evil shroud
The papacy becomes,
A heavenly given
Thoughtful slumber,
Of dreams forgotten,
Of friendship never foregone;
No enemies, but love
For a star,
For a little girl,
For her father,
Her god,
Gifts of beautiful,
Of colours, auras,
So superego
Some superhero,
Some devilish functions
Will stop,
Forever living
In goodness unbounded,
Love,
Death is a fallacy,
The lulu gods
Are laughing.