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Piety and Peace
Maybe pause awhile smearing butter on toast
Take some time off from daily chores
Look at he inner self not the outside coat
May find out that the body is like a leaky boat
Cannot buy peace.... the lines on tha palm
Where is the calm ? Oh! where is the balm?
Perhaps peace lies beneath the turbulent waves
Atop the high mountains' snow-clad peaks
In dingy dark rocky caves dripping icy water
Shaping rock into some recognizable shape
On the banks of some holy river
Lies the shrine of a peace giver
We buy peace,happiness- a 'sal' leaf cup,some sweets
A sliced coconut,some fruit with bannana
Few flowers offered to some deity
Cost- a fiver- sometimes twenty
But peace they give us in plenty
Millions throng day in and day out
Forgetting the daily bread-butter bout
It is something we can't do without
Do we look at the dusty crawler ?
He lost both arms working on a trawler
A cold coin flung at the crawler
Damnedly disgusting ill-mannered humans!!
Vermillion-smeared on pious foreheads
Five and twenty written as overheads
©bishu
Recognizable Rock Shaped Peace
No offense taken. Billions are collected by the faiths of nations and a pittance for the poor but new buildings and land acquisition is common practice. Painting the forehead is costly indeed. Reading sacred texts requires being warm in God and Goddess winter and cool in the sacred hot summer. My theism comes out betimes, then goes in to rejeuvenate inside its own meditation spheres. Be well, my friend, Allets