A man of darkness was shaking his toes
Swaying his legs with dirty soles
Meant to me it a lot
A man of conceited sort

Then to myself I interrogated
Stupid custom, why ever prostrating dirty feet
Seems kicking, chucking on bad treat
Dirty folks never to be trusted

And who is not dirty?
Are humans perfect and pretty?
Suddenly sparkled on sparking feat
The temple idol, its unshaken feet
Oily, grimy to kick the greedy and dirty..
'Hey stop
And prostrate' my heart punched me

Indira Renganathan