Sunday, May 31, 2009

Faith

A JUNOS clock on my table
tells stories I want to hear

The Raging Rhinos shirt drying on the cable
I can hear my mates cracking up - loud & clear

Dressed in blue I cheer
as the Men in Blue lift the Cup

Draped in scarlet I gasp, 'O dear!'
as Kumble's men tumble at the cusp.

A billion Indians rise, and so do I
when the anthem plays... Jai hey!

The shoulders seem broader, the head held high
when the world rises for... Jai ho!

The dash of vermilion on the foreheads at the temple
The women in
burqas at the masjid

The splash of vibrant
pagdis at the Gurudwara
He stands up on his tiny feet & bows his head before the Lord,
he' s but a li'l kid.

Cover her pretty face in a veil she needn't, its because she chooses
Tie his hair in a turban he needn't, it's because he belongs

I'm a Braveheart, I take the road less travelled
I'm a Star, I stand out in the crowd

Who am I kidding...
I take the trodden path, it takes me home
I don't stand out, I long to belong.

It makes me part of an identity
makes me feel good,
gives me strength,
makes me look beautiful,
makes me proud,
makes me belong.

Numerous are the ways of expressing it
Varied are the ways it is perceived

FAITH is a such a wondrous thing
It is but easy to be deceived.

3 comments:

kaviarasu p m said...

Awesome. I can never ever write like this. Hats off.

Unknown said...

did u write this?

Krishna said...

Yes, all me!