This poem is a completely personal sense of choice and beliefs. It has no intention to hurt any religious sentiment. I have no qualms against the devout. I simply share different ideologies and this is an expression of just that.
I hope that some readers may be able to relate to what I have tried to express.
I am not religious
My God and Devil are within
Standing tall both of them
To calculate from their mean.
I saw a show once
Where an angel and demon were friends
They fought to keep the world straight
And avoid an apocalypse
That seemed to be the trend.
I do not join hands to pray
But I believe in what’s right
To cry and laugh at the same time
When Heaven and Hell act on their might.
Rather uncanny they find me
Cause I don’t bow my head
Idols and fancy don’t touch me
The way it does to steer life ahead.
When the mountain breeze brushes by
And the shining falls gush through
The colours of nature beckon me
To create a divine destiny.
Challenges and dilemma
They come and go like waves
For analysis and selection
I muddle my head and rave.
But my decision alone it is
To do the Good and Bad
Not a deity nor a prayer
But a will in halo clad.
So for conclusion I’d like to say
It’s all that is in a seed
A trickle effect of right or wrong
That dictates the life I lead.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra