Submission Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I see Him
Sitting cosily
Amidst sounds of
Conchs and cymbals
Devotees wait in lines
To catch a glimpse of his
Face- round and black

Does He listen to all
Is His heart so big
Will all return with
Their wishes fulfilled
Will they remain happy
Rest of their lives

Never

But the show will go on
Year after year
Money will flow

And poor women of
Village will walk miles
Carrying pots and pans
To fetch water

This is how we have
Been living since ages