When I opened my eyes I saw a mosque
green
serene
cold.
The marble was white
it seemed to invite
my feet shifted in hesitation.
I moved to the fountain that never seemed to dry
I looked into the pond and saw a reflection
It stared back at me with a smirk
Why are you here it asked
faith?
But I'm not muslim
curiosity?
Do I really want to know?
doubt?
Who could I question?
the walls?
the marble?
the water?
I heard a blast
I heard a scream
I saw a man enter in pain.
I dipped my hands into my reflection
It smiled and vanished into waves
I poured the water in man's bloody mouth
He took your name
Allah! he said and died.
I saw the waves overflow the pond
They washed the blood from the cold white marble.
I gave him a bit of myself
but he did not live
Why?
And then I saw a gun in his dead hands.
I came a doubter and left faithful
He came infidel. Died infidel.
I had no questions
He had no answers.
- The struggling poet
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2 comments:
Very well written Mani. :-)
I loved it. Very Deep.
awesome :)
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