That lie which lies in your pocket
to save your ego’s face
The grave error of judgment you made
The mouth bashing and slang- flavoured talk
behind a purported friend’s back
The angry lash of tongue in place of compassion
The bribe for priority in the guise of a busy man.
Common human failings.
Let us dump them
in a place we call sacred
A place where we ask for undeserved favours
Closing our eyes to known remedial measures
Forgetting that He supports only the hard worker,
never the shirker.
A place where we go to save us work
of undoing our wrongs
Instead of putting a good stitch in place ,
then humbly requesting His divine support.
A place ,pure and revered
Holiest in our books of wisdom
yet overflowing with the trash
Emptied from human and inhuman hearts
Soiled with the impurities of immoral drifting rafts
Washing away our sins, emptying mental garbage bins
Forgiveness flows here we believe, like River Ganga
wiping the slate blank to re write fresh atrocities again.
For us the temple, the church, the mosque always a sin-bin.