Entrance to Empire of the Sun, by Iryna Lialko. Image courtesy of the artist.
when the gods
finally decided to drink
milk at strange temples, some of us
a few became sad and awful,
pondering over the alleged risks
of additional aggregate demand
I did not have much to do
So I believed my friends, and biked through traffic jams and rain,
to find a Shiv Mandir, near Rangirkhari market.
One by one, the devotees entered
the temple that smelt of chicken blood
and ghee, over burning dry sticksâ€”
now pungent, in milk and cow dung
and one by one they disappeared
like the milk in the containers they held
I returned home without memory, religion; disappearing
further every now and then, when
the gods begin to drink
Goirick Brahmachari lives in Delhi. He grew up in Silchar, Assam. His first collection of poems, â€˜For the love of Porkâ€™, has recently been published by Les Editions du Zaporogue, Denmark.