Religion. Poem by Charnjit Patialvi

I was born on a bright sunny day of May,
Knew not what caste and creed that day.
The society thrusted a ceremony,
To cut my veins from Human blood.
I was chaste and innocent but,
religion made me indifferent.
Hypocrisy all the way, to practice the path away from truth.
We call all are one, yet we hate all.
I say, love all so that you hate none.
It's a business to some, and a cloak for odds.
I have witnessed blood in temples, the place of gods.
Greed overflowing the coffers.
There is race to grab the offers.
So has grown the enmity within man.

I hate the extremes, O! it has separated me and my ideals,
I have lost the innocence, Oh! God.
The mans cruel hands and mind,
Makes the difference in least different I find.
The religion has casted the out castes,
The religion has resulted in Blood baths.
No! No! No! do not go so deep, O! man thou shall be lost,
The enemy in front, is a man at last.
Killing thy brother for his colour and creed,
Is never and never shall be a Deed.