On the auspicious day
I also took my place
With a stoic frame of mind
Moved inch by inch
As the sluggish python
Continued
Its meandering motion
The eagerness
To place offerings
At the altar
Stupefied
The euphoria
of justlings
Near the sanctum sanctorum
Catapulted me
To an atoll
of isolation
Peace returned
After a while
I saw him
opening a door
In the rear
To let in
His own men
And women
Saw him
Bedecking them
With garlands
of those
Whose prayers
He had not answered
His big head
I saw from the atoll
That covered
His feeble conscience
His wide torso
I beheld
That hid
A tiny heart
I was lucky
I saw the door
In the rear;
I was happy
My hands were empty
When I joined
The procession.
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Dear Sir It seems to be a very mysterious situation because I could not understand whatever is being tried to say. I will try it again. And other of your poems too. Thanks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spirituality is a very good business for those who know how to exploit it, especially in India, where there are so many gullible millions who take everything that the so called Godmen and Swamis say as the ultimate truth.