The Atheistic Hindu
My faith is consumed in the warmth of the aarti,
but as a child I was afraid of that fire.
I aspire to more than being a rebel.
I actually mean it when I say that the idols are hollow,
that the words are meaningless,
and the traditions empty.
I blamed this culture for taming my mother;
for forcing her into a cage and clipping her wings.
But then the words of my ancestors ring in my ears:
Sathyam, jnanam, anandam Brahma.
For the first time my numb soul fills with feeling;
I see the meaning I want to see.
I rage for my birthright taken from me.
I'll set my own destiny.
The planets will follow my lead.
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