The world is
Full of superstitions,
I want to come out
From the cocoon of restrictions.
The holy books
Have given the instructions,
About our Life's constructions.
But people do not
Go with those,
Do whatever they like
Keeping them close.
Sometimes I doubt
Which is right,
We are in the sky
Like a cordless kite.
In the sky
Floating man fights,
With thousands bars
Of social and human rights.
Religion is belief
And belief must have logic,
This thing has created a fix
And put men in tragic.
No one can stop the time
For time has it's own flow,
Life too changing fast
Nobody can make it slow.
Religion is for life
Life is not for religion,
Religion should be flexible
As flies the pegion.
Everybody knows
A creeper needs support,
Religion too is the thing
That brings us comfort.
So, more or less let us follow
The religion that we do belong,
This is the way we can make
Our existence exist for long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it. a great write. may i invite you to read my new poem called, The Devils Hands.