Rape Of Faith

By Ankita Dwivedi

Like a mockingbird that

feeds on flesh ,

he hums the cathedral tunes

of mortal life .

But relishes immortality ,

he resides in it .

Taking advantage .

You rape faith .

You KNOW it's volatile .

TELL ME WHAT'S RIGHT?

Death is born with dawn.

Borders forged on ground ,

with walls that stand tall.

On stones and pillars

that don't fall.

With rusty but sparkling metal

and iron fences that

carve hearts with your chant.

They call your mystique and

you feel powerful .

TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG ?

Afraid , quivering .

hiding in the clouds,

as I recklessly bleed on the ground .

SO , look me once in the eye.

Blink at the cinders of faith .

Open the coffin , where I bury fear .

And , i will then know

that you are 'woman enough' to be called a man .

And , i will then know

that you are man enough to be called a GOD.

By Ankita Dwivedi