Gruelling Descent

Cheating on the god,
sit with me for a song. I will clean
the ethnic blood of undying pain.

Time to leave my wounds
and walk away to an ocean of love,
to forget the carnage of the sky.

You have not given me
as such. O my god, where I have
made hundreds of temples for you.

The poet suggests that there is need to clean up certain things related to religion. Love is the medicine to clean up the maladies in today’s world. He says that though we created so many temples with love for god in turn god has not helped us by developing love between us, human beings.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003