Sunday Poem: Ayodhya

We have not witnessed
a house of worship being destroyed.

We have just flown a few thousand miles
after cutting the wings of the birds
in lieu of certain needs.
After having offered a hundred thousand bel leaves,
we have passed all the examinations in the world.

We had a heritage like the lost finger of Ekalavya,

that was given away as an offering.
Now we have filled a jar with blood,

and with that filled jar

we shall welcome the returning wings.

The shape of our happiness dazzles the darkness.
We have finished building the hands
permanently joined in a salutation.
We are already staring at some loose scriptures.

Therefore dear sir,
we have not witnessed
a house of worship being destroyed.