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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