An old woman grabs
hold of your sleeve
and tags along
Take my shirt off
and go in there to do puja ?
The tarpaulin flaps are buttoned down
on the windows of the state transport bus.
all the way up to jejuri.
Who has the tigers and who the sheep
never seems to make any difference.
The result is always the same:
What is god
and what is stone
the dividing line
if it exists
A herd of legends
on a hill slope
looked up from its grazing
when chaitanya came in sight
A low temple keeps its gods in the dark.
You lend a matchbox to the priest.
One by one the gods come to light.
The roof comes down on Maruti's head.
Nobody seems to mind.