Prayer Poem by subrata paul

Azan I hear in mornning masque
Hymn are read by white fathers
Krishna's name is chanted
By a small group of aged devotees
in the yard of the temple
In the early morning
In the evening.
somebody has shaved their head
somebody nourished their beard
some hangs Cross
As the mark of crusade.

All prayer should be stopped
All rituals go to dogs.
Let me sleep
Till the horizone breakes into day
till the darkness swallows the day.

To day no prayer can stop the bullets
That run into the breast of a man
who believed in prayer
whose ancestors belong to such ritualistic mass.

No prayer has made the nipple oozing
To feed the bloodless baby.

when one's prayer is mocked by anther
Please, stop all prayers for our good.
Rather we should be silent.
Silence of heaven,
Only language
to talk with God
Silence is like the water
Without ripple,
Let us sit by the silence
And sleep.
If everyone sleeps
No gunshots will be heard.
No gunshots will accent the prayers.
Let birds twitters on the top of masque
Let monkeys play in the temple
Let Jesus sleep,
No more bleeding.