Devotion Poem by Sitabz Garg

I am lifeless,
coldest of the coldest
Sculptures of stone .
An alter lies barren
With my name
No hymns are sung
No flowers adorn
my halls.
Where once you came
And prayed
Asked me for joy
Love,victory.
Great conqueror
Hero of war, you
Came with faith
Washed my feet
Ever so gently
And you prayed
And I gave, wholeheartedly.
Only here, with your head bowed low I have seen you weep.
I blessed your battle axe
I let your tears wash away the blood in your hands graciously.
And ever so softly you said your prayers
with my name.
I was the god of war
And you were the hero,
King, mighty warrior,
But I was the only one
Who saw you at your weakest.
When you cried with your head at my feet I felt your pain.
Truly devoted, you were of faith
But I was the devoted.
Only in your presence was my temple holy
Only in your prayers I learned what faith was.
I wished I could melt,
Stoop down and pray,
cry with you.
Wished to hold you close to my heart of stone.
You went to war
And in some foreign land you fell.
I couldn't protect you there, you were too far away.
And they came for me.
I was never so helpless and alone,
Never so broken.
They stripped me off the gold you had me wear,
Of all the beautiful decorations they strippedme naked.
Left me alone, twisted and broken.
I your deity no longer devine, fell.
O king,
Now you are a flower in some strange land
I am dust,
Lifeless and Grey.
Say one of your prayers son.
Pray to the winds
Perhaps she will take me along
and Spread me over your body