Lord... Poem by Ananya Guha

Lord I have read your word
when the storm calms I read
when daggers are drawn and blood is imminent I read
when the wind whispers in fortuitous truth telling
I read. When floods stalk houses, huts and tenements
villages and folks I read.
When friends snort, curse and pray
I read. Words.
I cup them in withered hands
and in midst of smoke and catcalls, brutal
bullying.
I read. Forget(to read) .
I read your explicators
who swear by your word.
I read when the gnome dances
angels bless
fool derided
beggar humiliated.
I read.

Reading Lord is promise
I read in promiscuity
and money ridden torments
when a child whimpers with dog.
I read. Lord your prayers hurt, stalk
and reside in hidden torments
of time, myths and spoken word.