Shani Devta Poem by Ravi Kopra

Saturday is a Saturday with twenty four hours like any other day
Saturday is not the Saturday of the Saturday god - hindus' shani devta
for offering him on Saturdaya cup full of mustard oil through the beggar's copper pot
with few pennies, dimes, nickles or quarters to please the Saturday god
unless you are ready to have god's wrath fall on you.
What a Saturday hindu god who likes coins and mustard oil!
He must surely be fat by now with high cholesterol levels
and prone to die any moment loving mustard oil for centuries.
How come the shani devta never dies with food habits worst then man's
and is greedy for money worst than the richest of the richest Indian man!
Or perhaps he likes to take baths dipping himself in drums of mustard oil made in India.
Why not see Saturday as the sixth day of the week making you own world
as God made the big world in six days for us and rested on the seventh?
The strangest of all things is that Saturday stands for the planet Saturn, a hindu God
and except for its icy hundreds of rings we see no mustard oil loving god there.
Perhaps he is already dead or was neven born within, on or near the rings.
But it was surely born in the ancient minds of the lazy mystics of India
and was passed on and on for centuries to hindus who swear to its existence
and offer coins and mustard oil to beggars on Saturday to appease their devta.
India has sent space ships to Mars and may soon send to Saturn
and I wonder if it would send on the ship a few drums of mustard oil to please the shani devta!