I left this lovely land
Twenty years ago-a land
Filled with Gods' blessings
Gods who belonged to us
Or did we belong to them?
Lighted lamps in the dusk
Accompanied by evening chants
Portals of houses adorned with
"Om Namo Narayanaya" or
"Jesus blesses this home"
Picture of Mecca in some others,
But buses were secular
Carrying all the gods in an array
And some buses carried boards
Attributing its glory to GOD.
In the early nineties
On my short visits
I learned that life and lifestyle
Had changed over the years
In Gods own Country,
The lighted lamps were now off
Pooja places moved aside
No 'keerthans' and 'bhajans'
No one had time to 'waste'
Each one totally occupied
The TV awarded the prime place,
Buses ran with film songs
Music system in full-blare
Picking up the passengers
Enjoying the drive and the ride.
As the new century rolls in
I am back on a visit, expectations anew
To see the 'splendid' speedy change
God (wo) men on the campaign
"You may identify with any God"
Each swami(ni)has his/her own
Full-time Telecast Channels
Ladies are full-timers
Gents have some leisure
Spirituality can be purchased
Both as wholesale and retail
Buses have boards-'blessed by…'
Safety of the trip-'sponsored by…'
People feel happy and safer still
Everything is taken care of.
Where did the traditional god go
Giving way to the human gods?
Gods who give blessings
Are as per your payment
Money back scheme too
Guaranteed blessings! !
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem