THE DARK CLOUDS

Like a bolt from the blue
was your appearance
in the temple premises.
Each day during my evening walk
you are seen in
the surroundings of the temple
clad in a grimy white shirt and lungi.
Like dark clouds of gloom enveloping your face
smoking beedies one after
another facing the idol of the temple
with no respect or devotion
leaning against any of the cars parked
nearby the temple
smoking beedies one after another
without noticing any of the devotees
frequenting the temple
to pray and pay obeisance
to the god.
You go on
with your daily routine
of smoking beedies
as if to vent your anger towards the God
clad in grimy white shirt and lungi.
I see you everyday
sometimes
 sitting on the verandha of the building
nearby temple drowsing sometimes
with the dark clouds
of depression conquering you.
You looked like a
man drowned in meditation.
None has been seen
talking to you
either out of fear or pity
you too not taking care to talk to anyone
I don’t know how long
you will be in the temple surroundings
in the evenings or throughout the day.
I know not from where
you get your daily meals
to keep you away from
an empty stomach
since I haven’t seen you
begging anybody.
Like a bolt from the
blue you may vanish to somewhere one day
without anyone taking care to think
about your presence or absence
from the temple premises.  
So what?..............