Lord Ganesha Speaks

"Oh dear theist", Thus spoke the lord from the distant skies. It never matters me, the size of my idol you worship. I fail to see, those lumps of colours with which you drain me. The forms of my idols that fancy you, Do not fancy me. A poor man's ball of rice, and the rich man's delicious sweet make no difference. Neither I see your wealth and power, nor those enormous idols you keep. I pity mankind, for making me tall and tall over records. I laugh seeing my idols to your left and right, though you know, everywhere its me. People prefer POP, when mud and clay makes me even happy. More I see, Your dedication in my decoration, than your expected devotion. My immersion, you organise is a grand way, throttling traffic. The decorative' s from my idol, perish the fish and the tadpole. A logic as simple as the buzz of the honey bee, is all that the mankind lacks. Purity in your heart, and truth in your devotion is all what I see. Service to the one in need, gives me more pleasure than the tallest of the idols. #PSM