Hills Of God Poem by Arjun Prakash

Hills Of God



Walking to the top of the hill,
Enshrined with custom rocks;
Having the potential to be
Well-known Future Gods.
I saw the red stains,
Of the sacred kumkum
And the ground made golden
by the yellow turmeric.
On the top I saw,
A sad God standing by the rock,
Still, silent and unnoticed;
And a huge crowd,
Worshiping and praising
A gold plated idol.

Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: god,goddess,rituals,spiritual,superstition,tradition
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