Faith And Frivolity Poem by Binu Mathew

I dreamt thee O Lord! A figure, filthy n' ferocious,
Like a demon! Far-fetched yet frightened to narrate,
Incorrigibly frivolous in action, idle n' vicious,
Contrary to my grandma's narration, extremely irate!

I saw a row of devotees, disheartened n' dispirited,
Weak in flesh yet chanting glory to the Lord in endless,
Faith in dark time, making a steady motion, high spirited,
In search of the divine Master, the last resort of the hopeless!

Here lies my Lord! Blind, deaf and unresponsive!
Bedridden, like an ailing grandfather, helplessly,
Witnessing domestic violence, looking apprehensive,
Of the effects of manmade disaster, ravaging relentlessly!

If man's ‘conceived in sin' n' brought forth in iniquity'
Who's to blame for his evil deeds, Devil or the Almighty!