Durga | Bobby Pawar

As disposable as bags
of plastic, as parents 
whose duty is done, 
as any condom, 
as an employee 
whose time has come, 
as a wife infertile, 
as an election poster
after the lies 
have all been bought,
as a prostitute’s feelings,
as toys an orphan
does not get, 
as an unwanted child, 
as disposable 
as a victim of lust,
is a Goddess when 
a festival is done.
She stands guard
in an alley where 
discarded things 
come to rest. 
And the only offerings 
she now gets 
are the disposable 
dreams of the homeless 
who in her shadow 
sleep like they were dead. 
Alas, sometimes even 
a deity falls from grace.

Storyteller. Poet. Engineering college dropout. Purveyor of f-bombs. And m-bombs. Former advertising-man. One of India’s most awarded creatives. If you Google ‘Bobby Pawar’, it will show three people. One was in prison. The second goes by @jesus_is_life on Insta. You will find him dangling somewhere between the sinner and the saint.