Idols Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

I played with toys
Of names varied
Of shapes varied
I played, I played, I played
Till I learned
The rules of the game
How to earn
The core pleasure
Even after casting off
The superfluous contours

But I'm not ungrateful
Nor unmindful
Of their help
In my finding the grain
From the myth of the shell
My ascent from the depths
Of ignorance
To the heights
Of omniscience
From a mere acquaintance
To a near amalgamation
Through their silent lessons

I discovered at last
The scintillating macrocosm
Of the tiny toys
I once played with
With the same faces and miens
Innumerable and immaculate
All in one unfathomable fountainhead

Now I look back once in a while
And bow with obeisance
To my immobile
Guardian Angels
My harbingers
They seem to be smiling at me
With muffled approbation
And winking at me
Indicating
That I am nearing
My destination