O l d G o d
I have given all on the
banned temple of Sinol
on the way to Ladakh from Delhi.
I have worshiped the god
thee has been underestimated
from the last few decades.
I re-opened the giant iron doors
that took a heavy effort
to be opened again.
The god seems to be smiling
for not being touched
by cruel humans.
I offered the blossoms
that was so fresh and exciting
to be a holy part of the feet of old-goD:
