Poem: Baby Destroyer

signs/ delhi

We look up, and see Shiva.
In this form, he looks different.

He is cherubic. With fatty thighs.
A belly, unrestrained. Full of milk.
And what bulges like pure butter.

(Perhaps they wanted Krishna?)

What would a child destroy?
Small things. Irrelevant things.
Broken easily. Available in plenty.

Like little glass tumblers. Or
nibs of ink pens. And random
nameless hearts, already fragile.

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14 Responses to Poem: Baby Destroyer

  1. Madras Chick says:

    Wow! The way you’ve captured the plight of some..Very moving!

    PS:
    Thanks for posting such a rare baby pic of Shiva. Never seen anything like this before.

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  2. I’ve seen this painting before, but never thought of Him in His destroyer roop, looking like that.

    Amazing!

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  3. your observations and even more so your thoughts on the smaller things in life is quite beautiful…

    and as if it were already not good enough you can actually make poems out of them !

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  4. Dibyo says:

    Intriguing pose, that.
    Interesting prose, that.

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  5. ammani says:

    Wonderful!

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  6. Parul says:

    Beautifully said. Loved every word and found myself getting envious of your talent.

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  7. Anjali says:

    Lovely! How you put wordless feelings into words!

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  8. Simply beautiful

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  9. km says:

    And what bulges like pure butter.

    Great line. Never seen bulging butter but I *know* it bulges.

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  10. v says:

    Nice words.

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  11. sumana says:

    write more..Im waiting

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  12. IdeaSmith says:

    I thought they might have been inspired by Murugan but Krishna sounds more right.

    Lovely poem, btw.

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  13. Goodness. Beautiful. In more ways than one.

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  14. Anil says:

    Loved the picture, and the context.

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