"Where is this God ? Now let us see. "
He spurned the pillar with his foot,
Down , down it tumbled, like a tree
Severed by axes from the root.
And from within , with horrid clang
That froze the blood is every vein,
A stately sable warrior sprang,
Like some phantasma of the brain.
He had a lion's head and eyes,
A human body, feet and hands,
Colossal,- such strange shapes arise
In clouds , when autumn rules the lands
He gave a shout ; the boldest quailed,
Then struk the tyrant on the helm ,
And ripped him down; and last, he hailed
Prahlad as king of al the realm .
------- Toru Dutt
