Perpetually Perplexed

Days seem endless In your absense Am missing even our eternal fights One and Half Decade of Being your maid Sorry, but almost that Still your one smile Converts the thorns into Roses So what if that smile Is for anyone but me You see Romance is my middle (and first and last ) name

If he is there, He must not trouble good men Am I a good man? If he is there He will not tolerate mindless violence Violence to him is but kids' play If he is there He will not test , test and test devout people They need not be devout?? If he is there He will make everyone as good as himself Now there are no good people so is he not there????

Huge buildings Shining lights Streets as clean, you would want to sleep there Shops bursting with fancy goods But no, this is not beauty, beauty is only when it his creation 7 course meals, air conditioned rooms no work but shopping But this is not comfort Comfort is home Home is dirty (Can write my name on dust) Home is choatic Home is nothing but luxurious But it is HOME Natural cave Gigantic idol Batu is Great For it is him - muruga!! Narrow lanes Rain water filled pot holed roads humble shops Hey, Lanka is homish

Well I almost understood why you have become a stone (idol). But I am unable to understand why do you still remain a rock. Can't you see thousands dying everyday all over the world? Don't you see people are being killed, are killing in your name? Can't you see that these people are blackening your name? Can't you unrock yourself and tell these people to stop fighting? Tell them that you are only one and all of us are your children. Tell them that if they kill others, they are physically hurting you? Can't you tell them that you are everywhere and even in our hearts , so they don't have to flock to shrines and get killed in a stampede. Or are you really enjoying all this. Like the greek people enjoyed the fights of slaves. If you can not stop this blood bath, you are not fit to be a God. Go away from this earth.