The temple at the end of the street

Abhishek Sharma

Gods never left our side,
they were always there
where we were,
elbowing us
for space.
As bells rang,
milk spilled,
we were
watched closely
from their thrones
for the thieves
and murderers among us.
From our prayers,
they built only fences
and doors.
Now, if we need them,
they’ll have to climb
over fences, break
the doors.
Or we will.



Abhishek Sharma is a recent graduate so full of life that he could fit as a brush stroke in a Van Gogh painting.




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