Deity

In the drizzle I rushed as usual I was late The 9oclock bus I had to catch at any rate If I missed this one I had to think of a ruse Explain late attendance make a good excuse. It’s those moments that bring woes to men Perils linger on the way waiting to happen Throwing caution to wind as I blindly strode My feet hit a cobble lying middle on the road. The sudden pain halted me made me emit a groan I cursed under my breath the god-forsaken stone Abused the unseen fate that had thrown it my way Caused me such suffering conspired to spoil the day. But there wasn’t much time to vent more my wrath I kicked it out of way so none else could cross its path Hurriedly limped along for I couldn’t afford to miss The 9oclock bus that would reach me to office. In the bustles of life it was a small incident Other things occupied me I forgot the event Till one evening I saw it on a corner of the street The stone smeared with vermillion away from unwary feet. The cobble placed under a banyan tree had men gathered around It lay there in austere dignity they had found it a secured ground I asked one in the crowd ‘how came here this stone? ’ ‘You can call it a miracle it’s there naturally grown’. ‘Now it’s going to stay here none can force it a shift, It’s God among us in disguise to give our spirit a lift’ In the face of that belief I dared not on his face say ‘So this is your God who I kicked on the other day! ’ One Sunday as I was busy with the off-day’s pressing chore I heard a din outside urgent knockings on the door *‘It can’t be like this to leave the deity without a roof on his head Please donate as much as you can a temple is needed to be made’.*

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