Of late, I find no solace
in the name of Allah, God or Christ.
Witnessing the shredding rituals of sorrow,
history of a thousand years lay naked.
The colors of celebrations spattered in crimson,
as if, were never sacred.
When a bomb goes off,
I ransack the tidbits,
spring clean my mind;
unfolding the corners,
for solace I wish to find.
But, all I hear...
a war panning out in distance,
war for money, war for oil,
or is it a War for Pride?
In the name of Allah, God or Christ,
We all stand divide.
Now I shed the cloak of religion,
in it, I wish to soak no more.
But dear humanity, remind yourself,
of unpalatable truths;
with time, you harvested as you sow.
You authored chapter after chapter-
Jews, Muslims, Sikhs
and no one was spared;
all died, rich, poor and innocent.
Learn from history;
Let love be the guiding light,
Bring the silver lining of happiness to cherish forever and ever.
Let your religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair
~ Gilbert K Chesterton ~