by Sajan Kumar
God!
You killed my Gods
That I naively revered in temples
That I offered flowers and sweets to
That I regularly burnt incenses to
That I sang hymns to
That I gave and expected to give me
too
Lie dead on the floor
Marx did not
Epicurus did not
Osho did not
Nietzsche did not
You killed my Gods
With sharpened daggers
Parted into the heads and trunks skillfully
Put the heads into temple and threw
trunks to me
Amazing butchers!
The super-butchers, you are!
What shall I do with them?
Who are your teachers?
Did Valmiki teach you?
Did Ved Vyas preach you?
But again
Thank God! You killed my Gods
They had grown so weak and meek
Slumbered inside walls
Had no eyesight and had lost all might
Were both dumb and deaf
In their reign, none was safe
Neither saw Tsunami, nor felt quake
Never dared to bar war
Had grown big bellies
The monstrous gods!
So pervasive
Who owed you the daggers?
There were 330 million
Did you finish all?
Did you go to Gadhimai?
Did you go to Dhamiyain Than too?
Now that their corpses lie on floor
Let me call all my pals
Shall we go to Koshi ? Bagmati is filthy
Who will sit in kiriya?
Hurry up, friends
Cremate them
Before the sun wakes up
For the old ones are dead
Who will love us?
Who will care for us?
Who will protect this land?
Land of Pashupati?
He has slept
Superman has not turned up yet
Must be on the way
Till then
Let me meditate
Let me find A NEW ONE
Who does not swallow blood?
Who does not devour flesh?
Vegetarian God?
I am a vegetarian too.
Last updated August 13, 2012