Walking away from the desk
In front of the decorated Ganpati
He does a slight obeisance
By closing his palms, lifting
Them a little, head bent barely.
People here are rooted in soil:
Change in values and beliefs
Occur ony if it means more
Of money or social reputation
But respect for all the gods remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
GODS come in all shapes forms and sizes. Gets confusing