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A BOTTOMLESS PIT

I was born as a chaste Hindu

And hated its watertight caste system

The rigid ritualistic custom

I became a cosmopolitan Christian

 

The Christianity always discussed forgiveness

I did not have that much greatness

I was fed up with its teachings of kindness

I converted my self into a Muslim

 

I grew a long beard and traveled in a costly car

And believed in the inspiring holy war

The police put me into a huge prison

The best place for my enlightened vision

 

Which God would save me from this cell?

I did not know if I would go to heaven or hell

The only thing I could do was to yell

Into a bottomless pit did I eventually fell?

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jvl-narasimha-rao
Indian
Published
Dec 25, 2010
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