The Act Of Faith Poem by Ajiive Jay

The Act Of Faith



A silent cry of a migraine,
Like an industrial alarm in head!
All a remnant of night-depression.
Like loosing bangles, the falling sighs!
A trick to soothe my palm.
Life reaches the bitter, weary ends!
Like a pack of playing cards.

Me, settled on my kneeling rug,
Asking less pain, pity from gods,
A logic-less lesson taught in-
My home, though-
Through a 'conditioning game'!

Lord, loudest of my prayers-
To feel how desolate, when-
The blessed ones, turn a deaf and dumb,
The hate-gamers love high-worship,
Deserted church yards preach-
Destiny rhetoric on its pulpits, when-
Divine love, lies locked on wall!

Lord,
The singing bird burned it's wings,
Begging bowl lost it's beggar,
My play-boat lost on rocky roads,
Decayed bloom in the blossoming flower.
You please speak to my hope,
How shall I do the 'Act of Faith'?

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