Bhakti

By Shreeja Ravindranathan

If I bleed, will you pay heed? 

You are my only rock in this turbulent world, 

perhaps that explains why 

All my questions are answered with stony silence...

I looked into the eyes of your children and they were cold, blind and idol workshops,

Their empty minds idle.

I pored over epics and scriptures, 

and versions of you etched on paper 

crushed me

But I didn’t bleed.

They say you can’t draw blood from a stone 

I guess faith is truly transformative.

By Shreeja Ravindranathan