Around God Siva's idol[Linga] in some temples
narrow pathways are there to assure heaven
to those who pass through them.
The people with average bellies can crawl through them
lying down and moving like snails
gripping the floor with hands and pushing ahead.
Some fat women get in through the entry gap
And struggle much to get out of the exit gap.
When they struggle to get out, their husbands
Fret and fume, try to pull them out and the cries of the women
Make them sweat and worry for fetching them to the temple.
They block the expletives by closing the lips
as they are in the abode of the Almighty Siva
who is watching and smiling at the wriggles and wiggles
of the pot-bellies. Oh, my God! The white people
from abroad are the favourites to God Siva.
They creep through the entry, walk around
And exit with smiling faces. My God! God has denied them
Potbellies and so they are touring all over the world.
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