It was a festival day-
The sermon was on how to make a sacrifice
And I thought they would make sacrifices of their own.
I was wrong, wrong again.
They sacrificed a hundred camels and ten thousand sheep
And searched for the smiling face of a God in the skies!
It was a Sunday
The hymn was on endurance of man
And I thought man would learn to endure a lot.
I was wrong, wrong and wrong again.
He bought things that could endure a life time
And invited the have nots to have a glance over them!
It was a holiday for me
The front door was just open for me
And I thought I could enter the home and meet them for once.
I was wrong, thrice wrong by now
They were not there; they were busy breaking the back door
And they next led me to the courtyard through it!
We expect something to happen and what happens is different. You presented a sample of three and each time it did not happen. It may be enough to come to a conclusion with a high degree of confidence. Beautiful thought provoking poem. Thank you.
.Many a time our expectations are shattered. Before we recover from one shock, another follows! Every one is a preacher on the pulpit. But once it comes to practising what is preached, we see a grand canyon lying between words and actions! A great satirical piece!
Sacrifices are done. May be of humanity or of ones reputation. No one cares. Animals and human both are the living souls. Sacrifice may be of ones soul leaving as good as dead. World will move on. Pain will kill the one who was mistaken, though will not be seen by anyone. Yes, its the mistaken images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
man proposes god disposes