Street Goddess
A congregation of devotees, saffron sea,
passes by her, much to her glee;
Not for the Goddess they are revering for
but the food, it has been three days she’s longing for
So our street Goddess takes her chance in the crowd
Leaps forward still shouting with a voice parched out,
But the Goddess of the masses too is mob conscient
The food She offers is not for the urchin prevalence.
The procession thus passes, but no one could see,
The Creator they are searching is still bereft on the street.
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