Ghazal of a Tired Man

With your teachings, tired tunes I’m tired, Hauling its harsh import, I’m tired. Not with my frugal fate, it’s fine, Your rating jewels as jade, I’m tired. By your discourse, a bit iffy, Karmic fate of if-then, I’m tired. By your sermons that seem dated, Scolding, berating me, I’m tired. Do deeds, expect no fruits, you say, Of such tired homilies, I’m tired. ___________________________________ Ghazal |01.12.2021| despair Poet’s note: There are numerous channels on television bombarding religious discourses, even a god channel, all heavy stuff, somehow making some listeners burdened with undue guilt. Here’s the desperate cry of one such man.