My child-God

My child-God In the dark I think of ways Lateral and skywards Then and now I think him A tiny paper scrap Holds all the secrets. On its glossy obverse There is a mystic mantra. Behind it, he smiles At first unfelt, unseen Bejeweled child-feet Touch the... More

My child-God In the dark I think of ways Lateral and skywards Then and now I think him A tiny paper scrap Holds all the secrets. On its glossy obverse There is a mystic mantra. Behind it, he smiles At first unfelt, unseen Bejeweled child-feet Touch the orange sky Saffron pigtailed bearers Swing his palanquin-cradle Beauty waves surge Amid perfumed sticks Yellowed holy rice Sweet banana slices Fragrant camphor flames. Metallic discs meet Fingers dance on drums To fevered head-shakes Hair tousled, foreheads moist The blue-sky child sleeps Behind closed eyelids. (at the ISKCON temple in Bangalore )  Less