Maha Ganapatim

Maha ganapatim 

The one with the elephant head.
The one born of a mother's sweat,
The one who knows it all:
That parents are a child's world coz they own his heart,
The one who always evil wards,
The one we worship as the foremost among the Gods.

The scribe with the broken ivory,
The one who wrote Vyas's long poetry,
The one who proposes peace,
The one who loves to feast,
The one satisfied with a strand of grass,
The one who shuns no task.

The one who drives the smallest vehicle:
Nano technology and consumerism we could learn from him,
Does the least work possible: white collar manager,
Fat as the world of which he is the ruler.

The one who killed a demon when roused,
Untouched by emotions, the pragmatic Lord, 
He is always smiling as he helps us,
He who gives back as good as he gets.

The one who took on his father and was beheaded, 
But still emerged the victor, his mother's favourite.

The one whose brother is a warrior god,

The hedonist, the caretaker, the wise one, the paradox.

The myth, the hero, the smart aleck, 
The cool dude, set apart from the rest,
The one we look to for guidance,
The one who ever gives us reassurance.

Maha ganapatim

- Written on 30 Nov 2013
- Dunno why, but I was singing Maha Ganapatim and this emerged
- Perhaps it is also fated that this is my 100th post :) 
- I think this one can do with revisions, but later. Can't decipher right now.