Jayachandran Chakrapany


A Living God


His eyes bloomed
And lips trembled in enthusiasm
As soon he heard my murmuring.
I offered him a red ochre dhoti
Pasted sandal paste on his forehead
When the next holy mass feast came
In our temple.
He spoke then, shaking his body
And in a vague language
Devotees were in salvation
As they got a new man God
He is not now the past begger
Waiting for food in the holy feast
With thirsty eyes on outside temple
He is a famous man God in our area
Sometimes I laugh thinking
Why not I be a man God
No, I do like the simple life
And more I respect money
Earning in my sweat drops

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 06, 2013

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