Oh My Dear Elephant God.

Lord Ganesh,
The elephant faced spark plug
Of all initial human drives,
Is ever fine with his pot belly.
A banyan tree shelter,or a shrine,
Or any road side resting place,
He has no issue with anyone,anytime,
As to where he is placed, to be a referee
To what each one does, or fails to do.
His pet music is listening to the serial sounds of
Cracking of coconuts, for gaining his grace.
His staple food is the holy grass or a pair of bananas;
But his annual feast is the sweet stuffed rice sandwich.
In a sibling race for winning a mango,
He set the precept, that parents become
The windows of the world,far and wide.
But would he ever approve of the race
And the craze, for manufacturing his idols,
In multiple sizes and colors on his birthday,
Just for the sake of drowning him in the deep sea
And the rivers, in each one's style and range?
Oh the sensation in celebration,causing clashes!
That he is the common deity of the common Hindu,
That he becomes a success symbol at the top of answer papers,
That one of his horns is broken is nothing but
A warning to all humans,against imperfection,
Are not mere tales,or tricks, but magnificent truths of this
Never- claiming- to- be big, but ever bounteous,God.
                                                    P.Chandrasekaran.    .