The Idol's Shadow
I built an altar in my mind, for wisdom rare,
For kindness shared.
Your words were scripture,your gaze divine.
I bowed to a light I thought was mine.
I carried your lessons, carved them deep.
A disciple’s faith, a vow to keep.
But in your eyes I was a weight,
An afterthought, a twist of fate.
My reverence met with cold disdain,
Devotion answered by quiet pain.
You were the sun, I was the dust.
I gave you worship, you gave mistrust.
The god I saw was flesh and bone,
And gods can leave you all alone.
So I learned that idols fall apart,
And faith can fracture the tender heart.
The mentor I raised upon the sky,
Saw me as nothing, and let me die.
Copyright © Puroja Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2026
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