I’m not sure I know much about you.
But they say you exist;
that’s why the earth moves, life breathes.
Some also pronounce
you’re long banished, probably dead,
a bit of has-been now.
A few, however, claim
mandates of heaven, each one boasting
an exclusive frequency.
But ignorant, credulous as we remain,
we hear about you in syllables
they prefer to use.
But this much is sunlit
my neighbour and I do exist
and have to live in peace and harmony.
Why, then, is this deafening din
of serpentine hatred soaked in innocent blood
all in your holy name?
A beautiful and thought provoking poem throwing light on today's nasty interpretations about Him and the ways of worshiping Him. Very realistic, bold and laudable write. Thanks for sharing.10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the existence of divine is somewhere within us, within our thoughts..... very beautiful poem sir....