Abandoned

© Taruchaya

Moulded out of mud,
an ideal idol is made.
One to be worshipped.
One who never gets scared.
Vibrant and heavenly,
decorated with stones.
Adorned by floral garlands,
earthen flesh and bones.
The deity stood tall
over the high wooden plank.
Worshippers thronged the place-
folded hands & eyes blank.
The festivities came to an end.
The crowd dispersed gradually.
The idol stood still and quiet,
then it is brought down eventually.
The garland flowers have dried now.
Fake ornaments have been taken off.
The earthen idol is woefully abandoned
by the roadside, after a few hours.
There.. on the earth the earthen idol stands,
looking lonely and pale.
Staring at apathetic passersby…
silently telling its sad tale.

© Taruchaya