I prayed to my home God raised on a concrete rack
He’s surrounded by numerous serene images.
An image in a dancing mode graced my main God,
In morning and eve, I offered flowers and sweets
Chandan and chants for safety and glories
Making a day break, a day of promises and poise.
In my ignorance, I memorized book-full of rhymes,
I knew my god more intimately, quietly talked to him
In the process I discovered the image before my God
Metamorphosed to another God, nataraj in rim.
Arresting my major attention to lead me on for years
I feel doubly protected, preventing me from all fears.
Now I realize why god is in shrines, temples and bends,
Why all bow before a vermeil stone underneath the stems.
