Daily I saw them
Gathering with bribes
Some with the hopes
And some contented smiles
Employees of the Lord
Were all upright
Performing some tasks
On behalf of the money mights
All the routines were so same
From the rich gifts to the penny amounts
Everything was so lame
The rituals were all a game
With people decked up for the play
As the priests recited the norms
Which were unknown to their own jaws
On some lit up days
When the temple was the bride
And the ladies in the silk sarees
Who were never ready on time
And the men holding the cranky babies
Standing amongst the crowd
Praying to the almighty
With a list of their vows
He was above the crimson shades
Of the temples grace
Having all the offerings
In the barter with their say
Being sad seeing the business
Amongst his own creed
With the battle of the currency
To the faith's ray...
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Crimson Barter
PoetryTemples are the new markets for the barter of faith to currency. But anyways it has its beautiful crimson side to it too!! So why not taste the joy of faith ??
