A Temple In Aid Of Aids Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A piece of stone on the roadside
When worshipped is by a million,
Devout minds drawn like rising tide,
Faith follows dresst in vermilion.

A teacher took this in his stride
And founded a shrine— AIDS-amma—
An aiding mother, divine Ma,
A template it wore folks to guide.

Inspired to do people some good,
He painted best a novice can—
Profile of a man and woman,
Image of AIDS one may call crude.

The temple a medium to him,
A place where people congregated,
In religious zeal worked his team,
To common cause so dedicated.

To spread message, cause of the curse,
Its deadly spell, and still much worse;
To Indian pantheon one more
Deity; and a path-breaking lore!

If one wants to serve the mankind,
Money may help but scarce is must,
A man comes with head and heart just,
And dedication well designed!
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A disease beyond cure, elements beyond control, something beyond ken inspiring awe and fear are deified by humanity. A man here builds a temple called AIDS-amma (goddess)for creating awareness for this deadly disease.
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Happenings | 07.07.10 |