Babe And God Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

The child that was safe
In loving care of Mom
Took ill, suffered from fever,
Mom took the child darling,
(in soft and warm arms)
To the Doctor,
The child in a mood pensive,
Prattled:
"My Toy is suffering from fever,
Treat please! "
Doctor was devoured by wonder,
Someone remarked at this:
"Foolish, meaningless" - a quibble!
Soul omnipresent surprised
At the illusion of beings whispered
"Babe and God are of
Greatness pristine, all compact"
Added thus:
The Gods and Goddesses (idols)
Well attired and decked with jewels
Gorgeous and fabulous
Are safe, engulfed in darkness
As the quivering beam enters
The sanctum sanctorium
The Gods are prepared
To grant boon and protect the devout-
Until they are stolen
Yes,
The innocent babe and all-knowing
God are glorified
In one tone and temper!