<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Worship</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw that<br>Old man<br>Offering<br>Prayers<br>To the<br>Mother<br>Goddess<br>Amidst<br>The chanting<br>Of the mantras<br>The observance<br>Of the religious<br>Rites, rituals…<br>And fragrance<br>Of the incense, <br>Not forgetting<br>Lighting of the<br>Holy fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In between<br>The yajna<br>Whenever<br>He got those<br>Little breaks, <br>When the purohit<br>Found himself <br>Busy with all and<br>Sundry…<br>The old man<br>Never missed <br>A chance to berate<br>His wife, before<br>The audience, <br>Pulling her on<br>Every little<br>Thing she might<br>Have done a-miss<br>While arranging for<br>The Puja.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had forgotten<br>She was as old<br>As he seemed to be, <br>She was frail and feeble, <br>Her body ridden with<br>Arthritis.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He remembered<br>He was the<br>Man of the <br>House and so<br>Had every right<br>To pick on his wife, <br>Whose eyes brimmed<br>With tears, being sneered<br>By him before the<br>Onlookers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, as every<br>Subservient<br>Wife does, <br>She kept quiet.<br>Her silent tears<br>Didn't move<br>The old man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He continued <br>Worshipping <br>The mother goddess<br>Unperturbed by his<br>Wife's state of<br>Unfolding misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I kept wondering<br>If the goddess<br>Would accept the<br>Prayers of this <br>Ardent devotee<br>Who's trying<br>So many ways<br>To appease her<br>From day long<br>Fasts to endless<br>Sacrifices of <br>Money, time<br>And animals…<br>All for this<br>Stone idol of a<br>Deity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, this devout<br>Hindu doesn't<br>Respect the<br>Living and<br>Breathing…<br>Grihalakshmi<br>Of his home and<br>Hearth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Theme: Hypocrisy)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aparna+Chatterjee">Aparna Chatterjee</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347996" data-title="Worship de Aparna Chatterjee" data-description="I saw that Old man Offering Prayers To the Mother Goddess Amidst The chanting Of the mantras The observance Of the religious Rites, rituals… And fragrance Of the incense, Not forgetting Lighting of the Holy fire. In between The yajna Whenever ..."></div> </div> </div>

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