For the Gods to receive  my prayers

They must then, someplace, be

For the former to truly happen

The latter must not be a mystery

This is what the  rational me

Would always say unprompted,

Till you bring in strange things

And then, I’m duly tutored

To believe in that which I cannot see

Feel, smell nor hear,

I am then, O Moral Preacher

Instilled with divine wrath and fear.

I’m not eternal and that I know

For, I see it all around me,

Man, flora, fauna and more

Meld with dust and eternity.

Is mortality then a liability

That I carry all my life,

Is this then the seeming cause

Of all hostility and strife.

If life was never-ending

I guess I’d never need to pray

But, it might really get rather boring

Wonder, what you have to say.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)