tradition finally diminishes
its stature
slowly its promise for fasting
and self-restraint
has become another
non-fulfillment
someone is crucified
for tourism purposes
there are those who roam
not for the quest of God
but for sight-seeing
this is another form of global change
people do not believe easily anymore
each stone is upturned
with another kind of question
the consciousness is higher now
as faith sits behind the scenes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem