The Holy Books Have No Effect Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

You tied my heart and head
and made me run around you,
in centripetal motion
with your sweet voice
ringing in my ears
and your catching smiles
entrancing my soul.

Your parents and brothers,
the villains unrefined,
wallowing in the spell of caste,
galloped towards me shouting:
“Hey, run off or else ride off
Your hands and legs! ”,
wielding some weapons of yore.

Cupid’s arrows couldn’t have hit
these hearts rude and barbaric.
Your holy book has failed
to influence with its kind words.
They blazed the new green shoots
and cried with pride, ”We’re valiant! ”.
Jesus was in deep thoughts in their minds.