to Lord Puri Jagannath

Thou, Lord of Universe,

Thou, the Master,

Thou, the Provider,

 Thus, Absolute.

Thy lotus feet, I prostrate.

Scholars say,

Thou, blue skinned.

I smile,

As thou not blue,

but black,

As a lunar eclipse night.

Though,

Benevolence radiates.

I absorb.

Carved in Wooden Stump,

Round, outsized eyes.

Despite,

I see

Compassion, in thy eyes.

You bestow Upon.

Thy mold,

Unlike, a human,

Imperfect.

Imperfection, thy persona

Yet, Perfect,

The world crafted.

Hey Mortal!

Read beyond the written.

Imperfects,

the differently abled,

Are equally equal.

Courtesy : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jagannath                             © 2015 Ajay Pai (Reserved)      Image Courtesy : Google                                    

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