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Vishnu sits at his writing desk

Gada switched for a pen;

Dreams, reality, it’s the same to his editors.


Lakshmi works at the bank,

Lotuses in her hair;

Wealth and prosperity to all, as she handles the deposits.


Shiva supervises the demolition sites

Far from the Ganges;

“The Destroyer” indeed, he sets off the dynamite.


Parvarti labors at the hospital

Delivering babies, comforting new mothers and fathers;

They jokingly call her “Mom”, unknowing of how right they are.


In short:

The world moves on

And so must gods.

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