On the path of life
I come across false gods
Resting under trees
Like helpless orphans
Waiting for their days
To have bellyful food
Rain washes them to shine
But dusts hide their faces
On the path of life
I stand in front of holy places
Heart spilling an unknown fear
Hands folded in devotion
Lips muttering prayers
That the day will not come
I would lie like a log
Begging my death to those
Harmless and innocent gods
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