often sitting on the stairs of shrine I think,
the unseen priest or scholar looks
seriously, may be one day
he will put the chain
on my legs with
stamp of
blasphemy on forehead, my curiosity hasn't
patience, in his uncontaminated world
or paradise existed across the
seven sky, how much that's
true, perhaps he knows,
my planet is limited,
very near to the
heart, the
helmet of unblessed, ill-fated, the land of
exploited, desolate soul, my faith
cries in the late night, pain of
body had the temporary
effect but the inner
bleeding doesn't
stop, in the
cage of
false hypocrite society the perception dies
every moment, emotion suffocates, soul
desires liberation from self, entire
divergency makes the life
miserable, the series
of sin and virtue
forces to
believe the unwanted realism, humanity on
that moments became orphan child,
clergy searches the purity on the
scattered blood on the street,
killers become martyrs,
I can not understand
definition of true
religion or
philosophy to win the humankind in this way - - -
