GOD
T. TARSHDEV MADHAV
God has thousands of hands, thousands of eyes
also but he has not any ear!
Say to God sleeping in womb of atom-bomb
that in my house one sparrow is making nest.
What is its future?
I am thrown, like a broken ship by
The sea named God.
With the help of stick, made of logic, image and folklore
the old God wanders on the roads without milestones!
God shines in the pupils of the eyes of the blind.
Oh! Astrologer’s sparrow
Say me the future of God!