free to be the atom universe,
you visit a prisoner in your
multicrore temple made of stone
wood gold and other royal gems
where you feed him, present him
food, money and gold
and ask him for luck, wealth
success and all good things
which your desires prompt.
He does not respond to
your supplications.
How can he? When you have
imprisoned him with your proud
display of wealth and architectural skills,
lest he wanders away
to lavish bounties on others!
My Jagannath is free
he is everywhere -
up down in sky earth and air,
He loves me as I love him
he holds me and kisses me
at time ditches me when
most I need him to test my faith
I see him feel him.
I never feed him - He does
I never speak to him - He does
I never touch him - He does:
He encloses me in his vastness
whispers to me as my true lover
Hey! Work hard, Love more
I am with you in sweet and sour.
Your temple is too small for life
My Jagannath is the temple of life
I Live him every breath.
Sabita Sahu
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