While receiving the daily alms
From houses far and near
A blind beggar walked passed
Wiping off his sweat and tear
As he neared the temple steps
To praise and thank the gods
The people laughed at him
Leashing out hurtful words
Some sitting on the steps
Taunted him of being blind
***"O' blindman you can not see god"
"How will he accept your praise of kind"***
***"If I can't see, he who sits on the shrine"
"It's totally fine to pay my respect"
"Atleast my god can see me if I can't"
"And like you, he will never reject!"***
I watched the entire scene silently,
Of the people with the same beliefs
A blind can not offer praise
Coz his doings are based on griefs
How meek and judged, the people are
Believing in everything they see
Hearing people preach of god
Forget that god resides in you and me...
©sim
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
While receiving the daily alms
From houses far and near
A blind beggar walked passed
Wiping off his sweat and tear
As he neared the temple steps
To praise and thank the gods
The people laughed at him
Leashing out hurtful words
Some sitting on the steps
Taunted him of being blind
***"O' blindman you can not see god"
"How will he accept your praise of kind"***
***"If I can't see, he who sits on the shrine"
"It's totally fine to pay my respect"
"Atleast my god can see me if I can't"
"And like you, he will never reject!"***
I watched the entire scene silently,
Of the people with the same beliefs
A blind can not offer praise
Coz his doings are based on griefs
How meek and judged, the people are
Believing in everything they see
Hearing people preach of god
Forget that god resides in you and me...
©sim
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