The deity descended in all her glory
Among devotees for the ever untold story.

Close to them was a herd, not so devoted,
Sacrificing their last breath, transfixed & defeated.

Belief demand offerings without reason.
Life had never known of such a religion.

Hail! the devotee who had the guillotine!
Nonetheless life-taking, despite its shape serpentine.

A luckiest first made his way thru the crowd,
The devotees, now, more absorbed in the idol, felt proud.

The animal thought of his familyherd, a last time,
The pang to separate, due, at this holy shrine.

Facing the idol, he closed his eyes in submission,
His generations to follow suit, was still his crushing anticipation.

by Rosun Rajkumar

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