An irregular piece
Of roughly-hewn stone,
Daubed in crimson-orange,
Flowers scattered nearby
And a burning incense
At its base,
Placed carefully by loving hands,
Under a thick banyan,
Standing firm,
Near the busy highway;
A humble tablet odd:
For the passing skeptics
In their fancy cars,
But---
A great god,
A live image
That
Protects them all,
For the believing folks.
