Salutations, O Ganesha

Hello Supreme One, you’ve returned

To Ganesh Galli, Tejukaya Mansion, Chinchpokli

Please come to Khetwadi and Kumbharwada, too

Where for one year, I’ve waited for you

See this old gelatinous hole inside a brick wall

On Sankashti, I sketched your curved trunk with a chalk
Created a 30-feet tall idol with my hands and bamboo shoots

You won’t topple even if Karthikeya, puts stones in your route

See, how I’ve made your jewellery shine like million suns

My blind father taught this to me, his surviving son

To hand-paint your skin with vegetable dyes

Pencils, paint brushes and bhakti (on the side)

May you shower your blessings on everyone

Particularly the 80 sculptors who create you with mud

My jobless friends in Podar and Swadeshi Mill

Who want you to kindly remove all obstacles

Oh my lord of lords, the greatest of idols

Stop being idle, and please do your thing

Always and forever support our activities

Our endeavours during the season's festivities

Or else I’ll paint your eyes cock-eyed
O Ganesha