You stand jaded, yet collected, upon your high pedestal
Regally enshrined upon a busy street at Prabhadevi
The honking of cars disturbs but little the prayers of devotees
As a mother weaves through the crowd leading her rebellious son
Sometimes I pity you lord – Shiva could only find
An elephant's head for you after cutting off your human one
Yours is the colour of the rising sun, the colour of forehead tatoos
How you must be deafened by the kirtans and bhajans
Awake in the early hours when the conch blows...
But I forget that you are always alert
In India people sleep, the gods never rest!
Gautam Nadkarni was born in Mangalore, Karnataka, and brought up and educated in Mumbai. He graduated with a BSc in Chemistry from the Bombay University and also did a stint as a freelance journalist writing semi technical articles in magazines like Technocrat. He has been writing since his early years and now he leads a semi retired life devoting much of his time to creative writing.
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