Where Is My God
I laughed when my Parish Priest read: Go through the narrow way.
This was because every way had been as narrow as hay;
I know the best of the best village ways I have today,
We churn and turn truth into lies and vice versa each day;
If this is so, I have a great doubt: how much should I sway?
Reeds and bamboo and gods sway; where is my God, by the way...?
03 December 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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