We try to keep our Gods

within huge cages

of stone and mortar

gilded with gold,

Captives of traditions and rituals.


They reel under the

oppressive weight of garlands

and chants in many tongues.

Smothered and suffocated

by a million expectations and demands.


But, Gods reside outside these walls

in these weary faces

in the shadowed eyes

dimmed by the weight of life

and the loss of expectations.


Waiting for a spark of humanity

a morsel of kindness

a sign of recognition

or at least

A glance.

(Location : Ranganatha Temple; Srirangapatna; India)

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