The temple bells echo
People queue in a line
carrying basket of flowers ,
diligently picked, the fresh coconut head
protrudes with a curiosity, the ripe bananas
glimmer yellow displaying a pride,
areca nuts folded in green betel leaves
pattiyal as known, claiming the essential, status
complete the archana set.
Moving inch by inch the devotees
pass through the security check,
Beep, beep goes the alarm, the guard
examines each by emptying the basket
on an untidy side table. Being offerings to God
meddling is prohibited cause the purity
will be lost.
Hema and many like her walk through silent
controlling the emotions with pain, Shiva
will get offended , she cries. The Officers
remain stone like irreverent to her pleas
Question her ” Who is Shiva?”.