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Namo Narayana


After months my carpenter walks in.
Exhausted and dull, anger 
writ large on his face.

He sits on the steps, groans
 and calls Gods fraud,  dubs 
religion as fake, Do not believe 
them anymore, amma.

 His voice gets choked. I try to
pacify him but he seems 
not to hear my words.

 In every street corner, each junction
one finds  a temple in Indian towns 
and cities. Passersby remove 
the shoes, ring the bell

break coconuts, light  oil lamps,
offer flowers, worship the deities,
go round the temple thrice
all  in good faith.

The Gods, they feel, whoever
 they may be, Ganesha, Krishna,
 Shiva or Parvathi, have let  down 
  the believers very badly during this crisis.

I start thinking and slowly move 
to his  pace, admitting Gods 
have forsaken  the devotees
 landing us in a pandemic.

He takes leave, climbs down the steps,
 chanting,  Narayana, Namo Narayana.