the new india
Vishnu sits at his writing desk
Gada switched for a pen;
Dreams, reality, it’s the same to his editors.
Lakshmi works at the bank,
Lotuses in her hair;
Wealth and prosperity to all, as she handles the deposits.
Shiva supervises the demolition sites
Far from the Ganges;
“The Destroyer” indeed, he sets off the dynamite.
Parvarti labors at the hospital
Delivering babies, comforting new mothers and fathers;
They jokingly call her “Mom”, unknowing of how right they are.
In short:
The world moves on
And so must gods.
This poem is about:
My community