We have been in old temple ,a long way to know and feel our [people] crowd ,children and moms who lay sprawled on the frayed green carpets under a sky of bamboo roof with stars of sunlight holes their faces lit by God inside.
They had God’s food in belly and now they rest smoothly on their well oiled stomachs and wait patiently as God sleeps.
Now they take the ox on rent ,a young ox with bovine future that lies with God’s men when he is set to the plough. Ox circumambulates temple for man’s wife to bear child. Ox is their innocent God fear. It is just 100 rupees for rent.
God sleeps inside old stone as we pray for our own sons for their wives to bear child. We search Him in sky chinks.