That One Temple Visit Poem by Ashish Ram

Every monday i used to accompany my friend for a temple visit
He used to go inside and on the staircase I used to sit
Never did I have faith in the sound of bells
And the fragnance of that in-cense stick
Every thing is fake i thought,
That ever glowing lamp
And its ever burning wick
Mondays passed by and there i was
On the temple's staircase.....lonely with no cause
Looking at people as they wait.....and i wondered
Why do people have such blind faith? ?
Puzzled, bemused, on the staircase
I looked on...............
Slippers of a poor beggar, i saw, along with shoes of a rich man
Both were inside....... under the same roof
And I thought..this cant happen.......they never can
I saw the temple now, first time, I felt I was doing a sin
A faith was growing inside
I took off my shoes and went in.