Anubhav

Ma

How nice n warm

is Tarakeshwar

Your eeshwar

In this Wintry chill

how warm to feel

is this holy mound

just the same

as the White Bull’s

unblanketed feet

in Your temple

beside

O eeshwar’s Bride

BOTH

are One

whispers

The Voice

You mean

that Bull

was Him??!

Whose ears

He asked

me to scratch

for It…Sorry…HIM

not for the wintry

chill

but because i am

a coward

i tremble within

my skin

oh..what on earth

That was You

Father?

No wonder..

The Bull

N the fluffy

blanket

on Your back

now that i recollect

the blanket i

gently stroked

had designs of

wheels

wheels with eight

spokes

never wondered

all this while

why a silver lidded

linga

was so nice n warm

when the devotee

asked

to place the palm

through a pocket

on the metal’s side