My Religion Poem by Deepa Chandran Ram

We, the mortals in immortal pain,
in conflict of wordless hopes and promises.
Sail on moonstruck, unhinged ferries,
through the seas of forsaken kindness and virtues.

Sublime orations, treasures of the wise,
murdered and slammed by shallow perceptions.
Fanatical, vengeful, throb of the ignorant,
masses deluded by mightiest of dragons.

Poverty and dirt in affluent minds
barter the love in destitute hearts.
Promises of heaven thrust on nescients,
as lunacy decline wisdom as religion.

Moral compass of mist and sunshine,
right and wrong, good and evil.
Warriors of truth fails wretchedly,
on battlefield of virtues, religions preach.

The meaning of earth, deciphered by zombies,
conceive fresh bounds, and lo! nations born.
The destiny of states, bred on insecurity,
spray flames of jealousy on distant lands.

Oh! my brothers in war,
rise above the borders,
rise above the religions,
rise above the insane patriotism,
rise above the superfluous illusions in your vein.

Let you grow wings of wisdom,
that LOVE alone is the religion to rule.
Behold, the Creator still stray as an idiotic puppet,
in the mantle of tranquil souls....

~ Deepa Ram