The Bribe
Funny how the grime suits temples.
The Gods seem aloof otherwise.
While I pray,
A lady jostles through mass hysteria
And bribes God with a coconut
Let her daughter marry.
Another eyes her son and daughter in law
cuddle oblivious to the crowd
and sighs
May she have a grandson.
God is not too sure about this though.
Contraceptives do work, you know
poem by Shalini Rao
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