• tamanna3 10w


    today the church looks empty,
    there's an air of funeral
    at the priest's place,
    the only person he loved more than god
    fled his home with an atheist
    the holy scriptures now lay on the floor,
    their heads down
    with guilt and introspection.
    two devotees stood by the church door,
    their faces heavy of
    betrayal and indecision.

    a heritage of twenty years
    crumbled down in a second's span,
    all in the name of religion
    and frozen virtues.
    a divine sky sighed in contempt,
    all those bars of faith and devotion
    averted building a house
    intended to be a home;
    a priest and a father
    failed today in unison;

    will you visit that church again?