I hate the fact that religion, caste and other such systems still hold the strength to divide us. I wish I was born in ignorance to such realities but these practices are the ugly side of a beautiful damsel called - SOCIETY. This cursed damsel attracts a lot of attention of the mass.

Mother, tell me something –

a painful truth about death,

In your sleep, will you hear my death's lullaby?

for if I had asked you this question in day light

I would absolutely get a slap tight.

But what if I die today,

will death question me about the God

I followed or misled?

and what if I have nothing to reply

no religion to swallow, no guiding light

and prudently, If I confess -

my mother is my religion (hahaha)

and she taught me right. (hehehe)

Will that settle my score in heaven?

Or should I wake you up, tonight?

seriously!

because this word confuses me - Religion

because this world confuses me - Blindness

And I have a fear, dictionary says it’s nightmare

- the crying of god in burning temples

and in dilapidated halls of prayers

and in bombed churches of a bleeding cross

and chiefly in heart of mankind.

I think I now know what I have to say

- Death is my god, he is a cursed religion.

alike one mirror reflects another

Death would reflect death.

And this would be the end of the end

The greed would be over, the crime would be over

The injustice , the torments would be over

the scale between two men or lovers

or regions would be over.

This might end up in homicide.

A pleasant , devilish homicide in poetry.

Man, innocence, good things etc and etc

But this will kill everything

Devil, guilt, bad things etc and etc

Thought etc would die four times

But this would be enough, enough to stop

Since god knew of no happy ending

he invented it for innocent-little-naive child

And the old devil will raise a toast from hell

for his desirous beloved DEATH to reconcile.

©  Nidhi Sharma