THE GODS OF DEMOCRACY
“Make way for the Minister !” And his escort shouldered us aside:
Six white cars with red roof-lights parted the morning tide
Of schoolkids, office-goers, and commuters waiting for their ride.
I stumbled onto the pavement of fractured stone
And- in an alcove on a wall I saw a lamp that shone
A shrine to Ganesha to whom all Hindus pray-
Remover of obstacles, who clears the rough way ;
He had left His great temple with no pomp or fuss–
To sit by the wayside to bless and comfort us.