Saturday, July 18, 2015

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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