PRAYER IS EASY (A POEM)
Prayer is easy;
Deities wait in the park
After a dark night,
Eagerly for obeisance
From morning walkers!
Devotees stand for a micro-second,
Chanting a mantra silently,
Meaningless for no thought follows
To ponder its cosmic significance.
Hurriedly, they touch their cheeks
With their right hand fingers
And bless themselves for the day.
Sanctified, they move on
To pick flowers from the park
And suck the sweetness out
From the lives of others!
In a rat race be mechanical;
No need to be human and loving!
These are decrepit concepts,
Consigned to distant memory
Of days of sweetness and light!
