The land of the Nagas,

The statue,The statue of Vinayaka,Siddhidayak Vinayaka,As I have not,Have not seen himFor so long,A statue, a statue roseate,Pink and red and grey?The idol pink and roseateWith the head of the elephantThe Hindu mythical godOf wealth and prosperityOf Vinayaka,Siddhidayak VinayakaSo blissful, so bountiful.

Of Judaism,Jewish rites and ritualsApart from beliefIn karma and dharma.

Making the statues,Statues and idols of,The idols ofJagannath, Balabhadra and Subhadra,The artisans and artistes,The carpenters and craftsmenCutting,Cutting and chiselling the idols,The idols of Jagannath, Balabhadra and SubhadraGrotesque and bizarre,Bizarre and grotesque ogling,Ogling from the complex,Sculpting and chiselling,Cutting and chisellingTo make,Make the idolsWooden crafted and chiselledAnd paintedJagannath and his company.

Someone’s soul,Dreams twinkling like stars,Dreams bedecking, dreams beautifying,The desire to be with the stars,To go and catch them.Blue, blue the sea,Blue, blue waters,Blue, blue the scenery and landscape,The ripples playing overWith the winds blowing and passing byAnd musical melodies breaking.My dilemma,It’s not your dilemma,It’s, it’s not my dilemma,But the dilemma, dilemma,The dilemma of yours, yours…

The talks of your love,The moon-blenched earth,The orbs glistening.Who is the girl standing afar?I remember you, my loveEven though you are far from me.

And making money,How do you call yourself honest?After looting the national treasury,The animal husbandry department,Doing the scamsPertaining to fodder scam, coal tar scam,Stealing slates and pencilsAnd lanternsTo be given to adult education centres,Call you not yourself a leader.Laluwa, you are not Lallu, Reddie,But Kallu, I mean Blackie,A villagerly and villainous vulgar milkmanWith a lathi to…