Author Akka Mahadevi Don't despise me as She who has no one I'm not one to be afraid, Whatever you do. I exist chewing dry leaves. My life resting on a knife edge If you must torment me, Chennamallikarjuna, My life, my body I'll offer you and be cleansed. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2.5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments