Absolute Sin
Salt got sour and chocolate got salty,
Coconut and peanut lost their hardness,
Images penetrated through mirror,
Knives bent on a piece of butter.
Crows were singing
With the voice of cuckoo
Snakes were walking
As swift as do-do.
When a Muslim called
Hindu his brother.
Resolute was i not to accept such statements
They seems sinister to me.
A man ogles on a gorgeous blond girl
Regardless her creed and cast.
Isn’t this enough to live united?
This notion of religion and cast
Seems to pass-on from generation to count
But why are we so aggressive and
Are enemy to our own siblings?
Religion is nothing, but just the result
Of divided region and Lingui.
We shaped it, we made it so fearful,
Our offspring’s for sure,
For sure, our offspring’s will piss, just by pronouncing.
- Shashank Jha
- Shashank Jha
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