Thousands standing in line
Each with a cup in hand
Awaiting their turn
A tradition that has run for centuries
They pour the milk on the stone
As an offering to god
And right outside the temple
A hungry beggar watches
As the stone is fed
And he is not
From the clouds creeping by
To the dew dripping softly
Everything good is god.
So I step out of the line
And approach him slowly
Holding out my cup
He drinks it all in a gulp
And he tells me-
"May God bless you"
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A/N: ok, so this is based off of a tradition in Hinduism where milk is poured on the idol (of Lord Shiva). Hundreds of gallons of milk is wasted by this tradition- :(
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