At World's Richest God

They came In as many ways As is possible: Flying On foot By road By trains With a single objective They came: Alone With families With friends Hands stretched Into the sky In helplessness They repeated His name Aloud and alone Though in groups Aapatbhandava! Anaadharakshaka! Govinda... Each blade Each rock Vibrated As the name's repeated Individually and collectively Thronged across the seven hills There're no friends There're no families Each prayed single As one stood facing the idol For nth part of a wink Turning the whole world Into one orphanage...!