Ishtadev is a concept in Hinduism which literally translated to “cherished divinity” and is used to term one’s favourite God from within the 33 million Gods of the Hindu pantheon.
This poem on faith is my way of paying homage to my personal God, Lord Ganesha, whom I reach out to whenever I am sad or happy and speak to him as a friend.
Ishtadev
You are the name I take when I wake up and take in the first sight
And the one I think of when I close my eyes for the night
I think of you throughout the day, in all that I do in every way
Folding my hands often to pray
You are my friend, philosopher and guide
I know you are always on my side
You know all my secrets, my sadness and innermost thoughts
You know exactly what it is that ties me up in terrible knots
I know that you are always there to cover my back
That you will never fail me, will always take up the slack
Thank you for being there all the time
My Lord, My God, My Ishtadev!
Christopher John Francis Boone knows all the countries of the world and their capitals and every prime number up to 7,057. He relates well to animals but has no understanding of human emotions. He cannot stand to be touched. And he detests the colour yellow.
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