FEELINGS OF FAITH

I feel the waves of agony
rising like a vortex in me.
Prayers, flowers and fire
floats on the bosom of ire.

Is He the lord I believe in,
of people puny and mean?
The holy dips in the Ganges
that meandered thru' ranges.

It is said to forgive our sins,
truly by any and all means.
Eyes closed and hands fold
from kids to the feeble old.
What is faith? I ask thee -
it is the good that is still in me. 

Prasenjit©2022