Rituals

A Aparna Chatterjee Aparna Chatterjee
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Does God Like a lot of Heat, light And sweet? Does He Like the Smell of Fresh flowers That wilt at his Feet? Does He Like the sound Of loud gongs, bells And conches that Make people deaf? Has He let us know His favourite food, His favourite Fragrance? Well, God doesn't Say, He's a mute Spectator to his Devotees' antics Wherein they Splurge him with Candles, lamps, Fires and flames And the Overpowering Smells of Relentless Incense, Overloading him with Endless bouquets And garlands Of plucked flowers And leaves, Not to mention, The excess sweets That He's offered To take every day! Imagine, any of Us going thru this Ordeal of overcrowded Throngs trampling on each Other to get to us with Their overloaded treats. Will we stay put? Or would we vanish from there To a quieter place of peace, Solace and solitude, away From people's madness and Pomposity of fake religiosity.

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