My Soul Is Not On Sale Poem by sreelekha premjit

my soul is not on sale
I had to say that again and again
when pamphlets and letters
threats and treats
surfaced again and again
at the door step
while on a walk
while chatting.

i am happy with
my god/s i said
slowly waiting for them to hear
i am happy with their presence and absence
i am convinced i need no other.

you tell me, i am wrong
you tell me, my god is powerless
you tell me, my gods are many
you tell me of an alternative god
and I tell you
Since you cannot show me yours
nor can I show mine to you
can't we just leave it at that?

Well! these have I known since birth
to these will i pay obeisance.