Is like fanning fire
And nurturing a tree
Bearing fruits
A hard seed inside
And a soft fleshy pulp
Full of false pride
Like that of a hard core egoist.
But to be religious is
Nice and fine
But the problem starts with you
When you say
I am holier than thou
Be it,
Holy or holier
But I am less
How do you know?
How you measure
The holiness I hold
And a rose I bloom
In my heart
And Offer them with best intention
At the feet of whom
You call your God and who created this universe
Hills and oceans
With same water and stone,
It is we for whom they are created call them in different names
If you do not understand,
You are lacking something
Not the rivers which flows brimming into one
The sun shines, moon reflects
Wind blows, trees serve by the order of one
Not for only you
But for us all
Still if you do not understand
Change your position,
The stand you take may be contaminated
And take things in different angles
The present one may have blurred your vision
Human beings are friends of Him
And if we are all human
Why then an enmity among us all?
Think man
Think
If you cannot alone
Take the help of birds
They flock together
And tweet and sing in praise of one
Though their tone and tune
Are different
And voices!
No matter how it is coarse
Or sweet.
that cripples the spirit
on the long path to freedom!
God?
male? female?
concept, or beyond?
or as simple as…
the light in a
small child’s eyes
when his mother tells him
she loves him!
or the look
in the stray dog’s eyes,
when you feed him…
or the hand of a neighbor,
who just helped you
pay your rent…
or the feeling
in the prisoner’s heart,
the day he is set free!
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both sell the spirit
to numb the soul.
we would construct god
out of victory,
and burn the bodies of defeat.
while men in black masks
kill women and children,
and turn the bodies of color
into nickels and dimes.
hunger feeds on itself
neath the lash and the gun.
they trap the last wolf,
and kill the last whale…
as the spirit grows numb,
betrayed by the soul!