When I pas through the way,
I see in the small terracotta temple
Two statues, blackly and glittering,
Carved from the neem logs,
Ma Manasha and Ma Shitala,
Whom the Hindus worship
As the ordaining deities
Of snakes and measles, small pox and others
And a cure from.
The statues made from wood,
Carved and chiselled out of wooden logs
And painted black in vegetable colours,
I see them and look back in astonishment,
Two frightening and dreadful statues,
It seems as if they were speaking.
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