I am a broken Idol,
Don’t recognise me?
Don’t know my name yet?
Your memory wasn’t so much weakened the other day,
I know it’s not your fault.
You called me Ganesha,
I was not your God but you found a god in me perhaps,
I had done nothing not intended to,
I just was sitting on a hill-top
and pretending to watch everything,
It proved too much and you broke me down.
I feel bad not for myself
as I was as lifeless then as today I am,
But for your complete ignorance,
Just ask yourself,
did you really broke me?
I wasn’t mere an idol but
Your tolerance,
Your pride
Your art,
Your culture,
Your history,
Your religion to an extent
Your civilization,
and
Your humanity.
I was the one who connected you to yourself,
I was yourself.
(For those who have broken the Ganesha Idol in Chhattisgarh)
