At dusk I pen down these thoughts.
Wondering why I believe what I can’t see
Why I deny what I indeed feel.
These godmen proclaiming ‘messengers of lord’
exert rape as soul purification
spreading love as molestation
Should I search for you in the Gita, the Bible or the Quran
In the words of Godmen, or deep down in my heart.
And question you, Oh God! now where you are?
How do I seek, what I don’t know
How do I make peace if I can never know
How do I pray if you don’t exist
How do I not break if the tunnel ends in only more darkness
We appeal peace, by condemning violence
We appeal love, by unfurling hatred
we demand GOD, by treasuring DEMON
faith and foolishness,
so hand in hand
a Belief so Blindfolded,
needs a stand
These MSG or any godmen how do i blame,
Dear Lord, the universe has put you in shame.
and here i afraid,
We can never be one nation, divided by many gods!!