Believe But In Another Way

In the thousands of believing pores I am a scattered abortive child of faith Free, cap-a-pie I am on this earth Like nature in the embryo of birth and death circles For the peace of heaven or fear of hell I cannot live in biased holiness, God, gods I talk with myself, inside dweller I believe but in another way of the present Imperceptible I invite in the whirling love spirit To make discernible in the entire canal of body I am on the scaffold for my materialistic truth Tearing the fatalistic life of the Scriptures 16.08.2020 Chattogram ************ Inspired by the below poem Atheist -Nirmalendu Goon (Prominent Poet of Bangladesh) I’ve no greed of heaven or fear of imaginative hell My world is fictitious free full of real activities I accept whatever I see with my skin-eyes, whatever my physical senses hold. I know, formless imperceptible is just deception, I don't believe in fate, in blessings of God My world is full of fascinating realities, So that’s perceptible, not transcendental The slaughterhouse of blindness is my heart That best human child, whose mind is God free My head is always bowed to that atheist (Mahtab Bangalee in English translation)