Rising from the garbage heap
Feeble but natural as shrub
A decomposed idol God finds
Only its broken shoulder to rub!
But why? Why this sudden fall?
Not known to the common man
Who begs for His mercy
And thinks, if blessed, he too can.
Fallen from the cozy throne
For whatever reason, He looks around
Where are those worshippers
Who sought His bliss to abound?
He is now where the street dogs
Take shelter at night
The down-trodden warms up a little
Till there’s a call for cockfight.
Nothing to feel ashamed
To share the wayside stinking spot
Creations of God are we all
To have invited, at times, a tragic lot
Some say: the body is a temple
And God lives within………
But for forces doing havoc
Faith in God is wearing thin!
Why human beings today
Condemned to crumble, losing faith?
Why love and values volatile
As promises not kept?
God’s there neither in idol-image
Nor in salvation seeker’s view
Trapped in thugs and plunderers’ hell
God now means Lordism undue!
Voiceless God’s worshipped
Till one’s not betrayed with fate,
Worldly illusion fades with
Terms of living at cheap rate
Modern man lives trickily
But for his own sake,
And loves to refurbish His replica
That’s sure to turn fake.