The corpse lies silent.
everywhere does it,
uncared for, unsung
and unhonoured.

Thronged by too many religions,
too many rules, rituals…
too many sinners’ enjoyed sins…
He was long gasping for breath.

His last breaths punched
the ozone layer…
Peopled by dazzling
dreams, His eyes now
lie vacant, staring deep
into nothing…
Once put on the pedestal,
showered with sweet flowers,
Painful souls lying soothed
in the bower of His feet,
He reigned supreme,
His songs spreading wings
all over the universe…
And now… now,
When thousands of stained hands
shook His hands soft as the Heaven’s air,
when thousands of mortal feet
rushed and dethroned Him,
when thousands of songs of flesh
thundered His Kingdom out,
He was robbed of his breath…
The corpse lies silent,
everywhere does it,
uncared for, unsung, unhonoured…
The moon, stars, sun,
breeze, streams, birds,
animals are searching
for a grave for
the immortal corpse…