Observing Nakedness
The marbled and the waxed name
the streets and parks, nameless die
in the name of God.
In forests and hill resorts leaders play
Chinese whisper with fireflies and stars.
Christs are chained in barbed wire,
Buddhas left to converse with daisies,
Krishnas with no melody left in flutes,
Prophets who have nobody to cure from fits.
There are worshippers under the sun,
whose eyes flash like newspaper headlines,
who'd be proud to reinvent wheel, if asked.
In the deserts, punctured by snake and cactus,
they shed their skin and dirty blood to observe
the nakedness of a few thousand years!
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