Making Up God On The Way Poem by Rajiv Pande
Making Up God On The Way
At first I understood the truth without words
Now I understand just the words
The truth, once a gift, is now become a fortress
And every word I speak is a stone in its walls
Oh! this labor, this relentless construction work
Wish I could pull it all down and start over
And just lie down in the dusty rubble
and sleep in the comfort of my long lost being.
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8/29/2026 3:07:38 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
truth is castle and every word I speak is a stone in its walls. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.