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Apostate

Waves of thought to the innocent mind come
if form of work is religion
why there are differences real fake
why someone is Hindu and Muslim is someone?


Why is there so much difference between the temple and the mosque?
people are dying and killing degrading religion.
why they are fierce one by one
some say my religion is real, some say look, I have done.


Why do people go to riots to kill other religion?
why everyone in the country and abroad killing in turn?
fire breaks out in the countries and hundreds of people are dying
today in Bengal tomorrow in India thereon.


This country breaks the mosque, the other breaking honour
storms of thinking stirs the innocent mind, hundreds up on.

That's who is my father, you say husband
and Tama call him dadu in love and affection,
can they ever be different person!!
why don't people understand to take a lesson?
That's who is the Ishwar or Allah, is the God too
why do people go to war thinking it's not true?

Tears seems like blood flows down through chin of the mom
sobbing in eyes in the memory remembering that storm.
That day she lost her husband; lost father her son
is it so her son talking such the sentences in turn?

Khokon is crying, his mom is crying and the poet's mind too
why is religion is so fierce which burns the soul through?
All them carry the blood red,same limbs, all them same grief and pain
victims like khokon and his daddy, is there any religion where is none.

Please tell the Labor pains, the story of birth
mother and her love and affection
there is no wave of concussion in love in pain
where is such a religion, can you tell?

It is absolutely true all they are same, as like as death is absolute
may you call Ishwar or Allah and the Rahim or Ram; same the route.
All of them are the same and the ocean of mercy
manifestations of world development are always indebted to them to put.

Copyright © Sanjay Karmakar | Year Posted 2022

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