In the name of religion?

We tug at that invisible umbilical

That string of faith to fight our fears

We give it a name - Religion

A preacher to tow our beliefs-

The tenet to  raise itself as a monument

A mosque, a church,  or a temple

Its  sanctum to be the window of light-

to follow in harmony, the balance to sustain each living- the whole

the nature, the earth, the universe, that holds us sole

Yet in the name of Religion, we divide

You and I become fragments of that hate

To become  territories onto our own-

We pledge our being to a prophet of Faith

To wage a ‘holy’ war ,  

To kill 'religiously', without a bar?

What holiness would it propound 

When there is blood alone to defile 

The idol, the symbol that we worship 

to be vanquished into nothingness,

Just as the earth, we are born of, withers

It is you and I, in a desert storm,

Swayed by a 'universe' of Religion

It is the dying human spirit that wanders