I don’t bow or kneel,
I don’t visit places you are worshipped,
I know no rituals,
Only birth, union, and death;
Origin, continuity, and end.
I love my palate, sugar, and salt,
Cherish my smoke, liquid, and punch,
Never coiled with fast, hunger, and thirst
To soothe your anger.
I know no priest, prophet, preacher, no teacher
To understand your mind and design.
No fear of toil and struggle,
I muster the courage to get up if I fall.
No desire for heaven or hell,
Rebirth or no birth,
Although I enjoy the stories and tales,
Weaved by my ancestors’ thoughts.
The scientists say
Expands the universe day after day;
And all will be gone someday.
You made me thus
Left me to fight and survive
With a bold mind and a plain heart.
In the moments I live,
With you and me, unseen
A faith stitched within.
~Arun Kumar Sahu