hands clasped, eyes closed,
heads bowed in respect
everyone stood there
chanting a prayer within;
watching them from a distance
i could not comprehend the
need for such intricate
and passionate devotion;
stood there myself,
a long long time ago
unable to think of anything and
perplexed on what am i supposed to do?
i once stood there,
eyes closed, hands clasped
trying hard to understand
what the fuss was about;
watching the rituals and
the strange and bizzare acts of faith
pushed me into a corner
and forced me to question it all;
twelve years have passed,
countless theories and barrage of opinions
with more questions and very few answers
maybe it is safe to say god is an enigma!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem