The Idols Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
The Idols
Idols of Gods and Goddesses
Somehow never held any meaning
For me,
And spending hours in prayer
In front of them much less;
But when I stand
With my head bowed and eyes shut
Just like everybody else
Some kind of faith resurges into my soul
And I find myself praying
For inner peace and calm
In a world of
Chaos and turmoil…
Idols of Gods and Goddesses
Somehow never held any meaning
For me,
And spending hours in prayer
In front of them much less;
But when I saw
The idols of Durga and her family members getting split up
And then prayed in front of them
Just like everybody else,
My heart sank in despair at the thought
That we also must be idols in the hands of our creator
To pray to, to worship, to play with,
And finally break up and dump into the Yamuna.
Idols are seen all over the world! Leading us astray from the works of the truth. Thanks for sharing.
A nice philosophical poem. Everything goes back to where it comes from. The idea of God is so personal. Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 2:14:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The physical and psychological aspects of idol-worship come alive in this lovely poem but its analogy with the divine forces makes it philosophical and thought-provoking. Thanks, Jasbir ji. And I find myself praying / For inner peace and calm / In a world of / Chaos and turmoil… That we also must be idols in the hands of our creator / To pray to, to worship, to play with, ..break up and dump into the Yamuna.