Belief

I have faith in the temple
For me, the Stone is God
I consider the idol to my diety
All my inspiration, from the Rock has been brought.

For a logical mind
I may look absurd
I might be called a fool, a believer,a bafoon
Who worships , for hours and hours a stone after all?

For some the Stone, might be Earth
Just another price of soil
But for me that Stone is my life
The source of all my joy.

My thoughts turn sweet
I am told I am not alone
The stone , the Rock
Fills me with strength
Makes sure to hold my hand
Never let me drown.

A logical mind might tell
Why do you , your time, you waste?
Go get some work done
Your idol devotion will never
Fill your plates.

Some consider, insignificant
My caring for the Rock, the Stone
My worship, my faith
My cleaning of the temple floor

What the stone can do
What the rock has done
Made misery into miracles in no times
These sceptical souls have no experience of
Not even once.

For I am not hungry
Nor I am thirsty neither tired I am
When I am with my Deity
It is only blissful that I am.

They say, the diety doesn’t talk
The diety never speaks
I tell them everything is visible in the world
If one has the eyes to see.