We all know Ganesh
That little statue with the elephant head
So let me try to mesh my vies on the life of Ganesh
One evening little Ganesh’s mother was washing
Sensual skin
Birth of kin
He was watching
Admiring so innocently
Also protecting
Inspecting so vigilantly
From all those that would come stalking
His father came in a burst through the door
Not reflecting, nor recognizing
With a whisk drew his blade from the shadow and shade
Did what would leave him soon franticly crying
“That your son, don’t you look, don’t see, before you act so abruptly”?
The father crying said “ I shall redeem”
“I’ll cut the head of the first animal close to me”
Reached outside and then here’s what happened
Saw an elephant casually walking
With one slice he was soon slain
For a redemption he would need to convey
Placed this head on the neck of the son
Though there is no turning back on the damage done
Here’s my moral my view on the story
When we are born we have an essence, purity
Our parents not recognizing try to break you down peace by peace
From misunderstanding or moral jealousy
One day if lucky they’ll awaken from slumber
Recognizing most misdeeds and blunders
Our parents have created something new
Someone scorned and yet someone beautiful
Ganesh is the story of you
