Lord Ganesha Poem by Dosvedanya Rashia

At my terminal I type,
trying not to look ahead,
night time a nightmare,
gazing through the darkness

I dare not speak blasphemous words
beneath the still, covetous sheets
As a beam shines through the window
I sense that someone is watching

The dreaded tension is quite tangible
as multitude of iron arms, spider-like,
envelope me in a hideous embrace
And kiss me goodnight with a tusked trunk

And in the hands a golden ax
with human blood of a deep bronze shade
is raised above my dastardly head
As the red eyes roar with a subsonic rage

How can one love in the presence
of a glimmering idol? Running my hands
Along smooth caramel I stop suddenly, afraid
that I have touched a wall, or rope or fan

Hands full of spherical golden grapes
And gilded lotus blossoms
The plump elephant god stares at me
As he sits on my small wooden table