Divya Sarrma

The Deity - Poem by Divya Sarrma

A piece of wood not so very old
Carved to look like a being
Attains its purpose of being prayed to.
So many prayers of hope,
Of health, of happiness and of wants are offered.
Extreme belief is all that is built,
Once in its presence.
How long the belief prevails?
When does it wear away?
For the deity has no eyes to see
And no fingers to feel your pain.

Comments about The Deity by Divya Sarrma

  • (7/2/2008 10:46:00 AM)

    They have invisible hands to touch our hearts and change our world...It is the faith that keep us from believing and going into this human race...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008

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