Ashaant

A ringing bell
In the temple
What does it tell ?
The chaste fire
Burning desire
Ends with my pyre...
'Mantras' being chanted
Idols kept slanted
Words are haunted...
Sermons seem fake
What He makes
Is what He breaks...
The marble tiled floor
The wooden door
My wound still sore!
People mumbling prayers..
Is He the one who cares?
And we the one who dare
Children running round
Barefooted on the ground
Blood to be found
Minds that think
Eyes that fail to blink
The bell goes 'tink - a - link'
My mind turns to the bell
In the temple
Ringing loud to tell
'There are more doubts
Than prayers they shout
Your heart is - ASHANT'