Thoughts

Grey east wafts in through the window
My mind is bathed blank-white
Lord Ganesh taps at my temples gently
My strifeful prayers embrace the Lord
He then gently wipes the tears of my heart
He consumes my pain all in His five hands
Yet it starts overflowing
I realise but He does not
Certain imprints climb the walls of my mind
Beat, hit, slice, slash with horrendous rhythmicity
I complain to the Lord; But He's smiling still
I complain again and again but in vain
I feel a slaughtering of my heart
I start punching on my head fiercely
And the Lord smiling still

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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