hidden behind
the garbage dump
he watches me
with his cosmic
eye ..every
morning he
accepts
garbage as
floral tribute
he promises
them a better
more peaceful
serene paradise ,
the municipal
conservancy
workers his
priests who
manage his
temple by its
girth garbage
size , cats dogs
rats goats crows
his loved ones
angels in disguise
swach bharat is
utterly impossible
he lets out a cry
bandra bazar road
his most beautiful
temple beautifully
ugly stiflingly nice
