
The 7 O'Clock bell,
Echoed in my ears.
The usual reluctance,
Made myself hide,
In the warmth of the wool.
I can't stay for long,
It is not the place to be.
A Sunday formality awaits.
The cathedral stands proud,
Magnanimous,the Dutch creativity!
With people of varied profiles,
With prayers and rituals,in order.
I came for peace,
I didn't get,precious!
My eyes were restless,
My mind was somewhere.
I hurried to leave,
To a world,strange,
With options, luring,
With resistance,negligible.
Where is spirituality?
Whom should I blame?
For making materials, my master,
Is it the world or the God?
(
Or me?)
I walked further,
I saw people suffer,
I saw people laugh,
I saw the poor and the rich,
Strive to reach heaven,how?
Where is the equity?
Somebody should be reprimanded.
Is it the world or the God?
(
Or me?)
The logic fights with the faith,
"Stop lying to myself",I said.
Take my mask,let me reveal myself.
Let me stop convincing the world.
Let the world know who I am,
What have I done so far?
You are the alpha and the omega,
But don't prompt me to trust.
(
I won't,I can't)