Losing Religion

The high priest sat on a high hill

Humility’s halo highlighting his demeanour

Pontificating about the evils that ail

The neophyte turned acolyte sat at his feet

Enamoured by his insights, imbibing all

Honoured to be the recipient of deep discourse

Feeling blessed for a glimpse of nirvana

But when he saw his guru hobnobing

With those who he had publicly decried

He lost his religion and his faith

And now, swears by none but the devil.

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27 thoughts on “Losing Religion

  1. You just perfectly created a picture of what’s happening inside and within most of our religious organizations now adays….from where i am..we used to really look up to the clergies but with the outbreak of some of their colleagues getting involve in rape, child abuse..and all other similar cases…things are becoming more different…faith is slowly crambling down..

    Though i must personally say that…we should not allow this situation to question our faith..

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  2. So well said, Punam. Many do not practice what they preach. I’ve seen this so many times over the years) with organized religion. And, religions have long had to battle wars within. I think of Christianity and the 30,000 plus denominations and I think: here’s a religion that has completely lost it’s way. I think you’ve made a great point. Excellent, as usual.

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  3. When I saw the title I was really curious of what would be the poem.And when I read it I understood how apt the title was.A very strong thought had been put in words.Very impressive and perfectly expressed dearπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

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