In the morning
You pour
thimbles of water
looking towards the sun
or on the basil tree.
Light incense sticks
with choice-able fragrances
in front of a niche
filled with deities
praying for prosperity
happiness
You may feel happy
but not god
because every morning
destitute returns
empty handed
from your door.
Hunger returns
with more hunger
God returns
bruised and battered
as after worship
you forget worship.
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