To the priest to hide their
Intentions from the devotees.
Devotees pay a convenience
Fee for speedy delivery of
Their prayers to the deity.
Overwhelmed by the attention
From both sides, The priest
Decides to act funny.
Over it, excessively burps
And farts. Stands half-naked
And jabbers in a language
You don’t understand.
He is a self-proclaimed
Pampered kid of Lord himself.
Always in shady scheme of things,
Patronizing devotees-
Slowly he makes cotton
Balls out of the prayers,
Thrusts them in the ears
Of lord-
Each plea makes the god
A bit more deaf and
Devotees a bit more desparate.
Till one day when the
Middleman declares-
How silence is the holiest
Answer.
And the devotees offer more,
The crowd bows deeper.
The god grows dumber.
The priest grows fatter.
And faith remains-
Stripped, milked,
But forever obedient
And utterly blind.
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