Come back oh divine father
There is a lot of collision
My brothers are dying here
Being killed in the name of religion
Today looking at your world
I know that you sigh
Mother earth is being burdened
With an eye for an eye
Your creation is being ruined
Man is forgetting to be noble
They fail to understand the teachings
Of Geeta, Kuran and Bible
They want to build your shrine
On the death beds of innocents
No mother is being spared
To wail over corpses of infants
They have enough to spend
To display arms and volatiles feat
Ignoring their neighborhood
Where a hungry child wants to eat
My faith is being torn
I cannot find my Krishna
There are blood stains all around
No earth to bow to Allah
Very sad but all true and well written. This really is falling apart.
I love the way u soak the words with humanity and religion... A good poem? no this poem is a great poem..Thanks for sharing Preetam... I agree, whoever we are here, if we back to the root we will taste the real of sweet life. Congrats, Thanks for sharing
You have highlihted the countless barbaric acts committed today the world over in the name of religion in a very poignant manner. Your message is loud and clear. I just pray that it reaches every nook and corner of our planet.
‘Sambavani Yoge Yoge [I’ll come time to time]…like a compassionate chant…today’s world needs most… thanks for sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
Lord Krishna has said that reformers come in due course.Muslems except Ahamadis and Christians believe the arrival of Jesus.Your cares well presented.
True and sad..In the name of who? .. Which? .. What? ..As long as there is no accept for others choise of believing in whatever they want to regardless of own belief we will always have such horrors..dont know why..we keep doing the same mistakes over and over again..
A timely poem Preetam.....You might want to read my 'extinct' which I will upload shortly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A strong and very important call. Let us all call and pray together that madness may end I strongly believe that every small good deed, every random act of kindess may be the start of a goodness revolution A flapping of a butterfly's wing in India may cause a hurricane over the Atlantic The chances of 1 butterfly causing this, is perhaps 1 in a million but very real Let us keep performing all together millions of random acts of kindness and perhpas the revolution will happen.