| Naked feet, Hurried feet Naked eyes, Blurred eyes I ran to bid my curtsies, In the temple,I found three deities. One was a physical god, He laid with life renounced a bundle of tubes and pipes breathing on a pumping box The other was abstract science The one that ran through The pipes and tubes into the Very veins and nerves of life The third was the crew,the staff, I closed my eyes and lo! They blinked all three gods In a row, clasping both hands They bowed to bid me a curtesy As if in me they saw love,the diety -Pooja Chopra |
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