When temple cheats…

I am in deep pain at present

do not bother me

no brother with me

no sister to lift

i Am broken in family

but I still continue to live

life doesn’t always end in misfit

sometimes you live in it

making mercy my bread

making sympathy my cook

I eat at temple

another sin to be aloof

there is disharmony in concept

there is no good will

on both sides

me in pain

from temple

I need to refrain

the same priest

for money

the same thoughts of sins

I need not give way

but i am in temple again

crying at life

begging for relief

I had no place to go

I am all heated within

the time impure

the condition misfit

the sorrow climbing high

the thirst for relief

I am not in temple but

from within of me

regret

remorse

surround me high

I am begging for relief

there is no ear near me

I sense God

I don’t really see him

and I walk out in peace

I walk out in peace

is this religiousness?

were they steps taken

by temple

for my relief!

suddenly I realise

my pockets were empty

with me

I paid for peace?

who?

God?

no the priest

stole all my money

I am again in misfit

I am again in misfit

life goes on

life goes on

in faith I believe

in faith?

am I right to believe?