Walking down this dusty road ..
i come across this grand temple ..
ah! the lamps are lit and how they burn!
the sweet 'prasad' look how its churned!
i go closer near to this magnificent building to know the occasion
and i come across a howling crowd ..ah i get it .. its all in normal fashion
Feeling a bit excited myself..i join the crowd
the ladies dancing around ..not caring one bit about their sacred shroud
i was tired..and hungry and i thought that for this i would need to walk a lot
but.i was just being pushed forward fighting people and fighting the naked rays that the sun shot
i felt like screaming out loud
i just had to get out of this crowd
while i was still thinking.. actually trying to think about all of this
all hell broke loose..i held up my head to see was there something that i did miss?
i saw a man .. walking so coolly with a broad smile and bad teeth out of the limousine
i tried observing him ..but all i could notice was that his bodyguards were oh so mean!
pushing people away even hitting some..letting no one touch 'His Highness'
but what amazed me was that 'He' walked unperturbed dwelling in his prowess
it was only after he had entered comfortably that we walked in .. 'He' sat on an elevated chair
rubbing his beard..massaging his head as though already very tired ..he smiled at his own flair..
God' messenger ..he likes being called and everybody addresses him like that
He smiles again clearing his throat moving his hand on his belly that's weighing with money..oh so fat
to everyone who listens ..he is a such a simple man ..ah yes from the outside
ask people who are close..that how dark and mysterious he is from the inside
he talks of great deeds and things..each one so true
touching your heart..his words dance in your ears..going right through
His voice and behavior fluctuates among poor, rich and the powerful
polite with rich..engaged with powerful and raging with the poor as a wild bull
he talks for a minute and then goes silent
closing their eyes people see god..he is no tyrant
people fake ecstasy..they dance and they sing
ah! what happiness does his graceful presence brings
he gets up and leaves smiling at the few who sit in the first row..
they nod as well ..excited to attend the before booked strip club show
he walks down the aisle still proud .. oh but he taught about submission today
doesn't matter that's for those who care to follow..his bodyguards 'clear' the way
he smiles at them and then winks and then he throws a few coins at them
brisking away to his secret room..he kisses his earnings ..ah his sole gems
laughing a wicked laugh but still with burning lust he leaves the room alone
sweating a lil in his saffron cloth but not caring to take that handkerchief out his pocket on his own
oh yesterday he he had taught his devoted crowd about self reliance
and everyday he defies his own teachings..about anything..be it respect or compliance
he sits in his limo again not caring to wave back to the frenzied crowd
yet each one there bows and screams out their goodbyes out so loud
i shake my head and care to finally breathe while the crowd with smiling faces walks away
i also walk back home..still thinking..letting the my brain be calmed by the cold wind that sways
thinking some more..i reach 'His' window of a completely black house
the lights are out..hearing faint moans..ah maybe its just some mouse
but when i listen closely i know exactly what it is..
so tranquil and transparent he had seemed siting on that high seat..that you imagined still waters
but how would some one know reaching home .. he was tired, wild and frustrated..oh..the solution? he rapes his own daughters..
i turn back and i walk on..with watery eyes..
thinking of the dog and scanning 'his' lies
and i then i know 'spirituality is commercialized' ..