Oh Buddhanilkantha

laying in murky water
where
lotus once blossomed,
gold fish
played in its coolness,
pilgrims
drank the holy water
is
surrounded by snakes
where
nagas caressed the divine being,
heavenly rest
cushioned by a solid bed of rock,
cleansed the soul
by the crystal clear spring water,
Vishnu
now
is incapable of moving
despite its might
unable to rise
because he is held tight
resorts back to sleep.