Idols Poem by Suresh Kumar EK

A priest in his life has to face
Some crucial moments in his life
Need to be felt with numbness.

Knowing that the idol is just a rock,
Which he has been worshipping always,
Knowing that it is only a cold black stone,
No flesh, no marrow, no feeling,
Not able to help or understand,
Just not able to bless or care.

The priest is totally shocked,
He feels as if he is paralysed,
When he realises the bitter truth.

But it is only a temporary sorrow,
He smiles innocently at the idol,
With the indifference of a real monk.
Only when people come to the shrine,
He does praying, offering and worshipping.

But there is still hope in his mind,
That the stone idol may sometimes,
In future can be live with blessings,
And may understand his problems,
To boon a new life, luxurious,
So on the poor priest dreams.

And he with trembling lips,
Continue worshipping unabated and,
The process becomes his autobiography.

In another sense, we are like priests,
Many idols are worshipped by us,
Hugged for a living,
Not able to break,
Not able to leave,
Frozen like.