Treasure Island

Nachiketa Deb


The crowd thickens around me, yet i stand alone
For they speak of god, images resembling man,
God shaped more like them, the audacity
I see no reason to behold with my ears
Nor will to hear with my eyes, to the ramblings of mad men
You should'nt see that which cannot be seen, should'nt be seen
No feet to touch and no body to bow down to
You cannot build houses for the infinite,
He does not reside there, open your eyes,
He does not choose frail old men to speak for him
He cares not about law and code of conduct
Those are your rules, rules which he doesn't attest
Now close your eyes for a moment to remember,
That serene voice inside your head and heart
Voice telling you, this or that is wrong
Voice to express love, to do good
Voice telling you to bow down in prayer for it knows
That it is important to you
When did you last listen to that voice?
When did you last stiffle it with your judgement?
Strangle it, forced it to shut up...
Yesterday? today? now?
That voice, that calm voice which guides me,
Tries to guide you, is my god,
And i live a free man while they desert me

Submitted: Saturday, September 08, 2012
Edited: Saturday, September 08, 2012

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