God
Worshipping the rock
with blocked humanity
Pouring currency in the ‘hundi’
With tax evaded money,
Bargaining with God
for momentary gain!
Praising pseudo gods,
Dipping in so called holy
Waters,
Dwelling in the superstitions
All meaning less activities
Thy name is ‘Bhakti’
Confining god to four walls
Though existence is infinite!
You fixed a frame to god
Though god available in endless shapes!
God may be unknown
But neighbor’s pain is known!
God is a concept
Humanity is the existence
Existence is the only Essence
Essence is the essential fragrance
Flows forever in the eternal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem..the god they profess and propagate is not god itself it is a cult figure lovely poem