Salutations Salutations Salutations Poem by Indira Renganathan

Silent like the idol in the temple
Silently are they watching amidst sounds
No one knows that that idol
Keeps watching people and their minds.
Alike are they too sincerely observing
The people and their occurrences
To put in a compendium of writing
To register the prevailing events
For so many so many years in history.
Good or bad, pleasant or dirty
Everything written, memory to memory refreshed
To cause an effect over the later masses
With an impact of don't from bad
'Do do' from good, so always
Themselves being good-hearted polite
With scholarly look shining with a halo
Ardent and sheen. God! Godly elite
To be declared as my 'Saraswati' and their Apollo.
Poets, ! Salutations! Salutations! Salutations!

Indira Renganathan