<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=505855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Who is my God?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At a new moon in the jungle<br> Was brought to an altar<br>A roaring goat, fully black, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By an awesome peasant<br>To the fearsome Kali, <br>Made of granite, red in cloak, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Under arbour of a peepul, <br> Who before stood <br>At dawn of death, the poor goat</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a bull in a fight, <br>Arresting the attention <br>Of everyone, unknown of his fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beast was put to rites, <br>Smeared with sandal paste <br>And fully drenched in water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till he shivered a jerk, <br>Which was taken as token of nod<br>By grace of Goddess for her feast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The peasant was pleased; <br> The priest was pleased; <br>So were all, as though they’re blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One held his hind-legs, <br>Stretching them well behind, <br>The other bending up his front one, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third locking his head<br> Hard onto the altar<br>For the priest to accomplish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The act was done at a stroke<br>By the learned priest, merciless, <br>For the Goddess, all merciful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many-wards squirted the blood<br>Like a carpet, red, <br>Before the Goddess, her tongue dripping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All felt that they had met<br>The thirst of Ma, full<br>As did a mother her child, ere asking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The agony that was undergone, <br> Murder they committed, <br>And pathos that prevailed, who noticed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beheaded beast went straight, <br>To the feet of the Goddess, <br>“Ma, am I not your child? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If not, who is my Mother? ”<br>Her lids dripped, <br>She cursed for having been chiseled<br>25.07.97 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rm.+Shanmugam+Chettiar">Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar</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=505855" data-title="Who is my God? de Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar" data-description="At a new moon in the jungle Was brought to an altar A roaring goat, fully black, By an awesome peasant To the fearsome Kali, Made of granite, red in cloak, Under arbour of a peepul, Who before stood At dawn of death, the poor goat Like a..."></div> </div> </div>

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