The Lord of the Universe secured my sanity
Images of wooden Gods, of a jungle neem tree
Interspersed with celebrations of celestial love
The theme remained of beauty in sandstone
Of its golden brown hues against the blue sky
Of a yellowed middleman between me and God
He, the omnipotent God, seemed armless
His eyes were large, circular and lidless
He sees us unblinking, in our absurdness
And in our countless follies and pointless fears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem