We Are At Odds

Time changes
And we too
with phases
Giving so much love to others
Wordlessly many humane souls ooze out
Leave no choice for us but to groan

Habitually in our lonely hours
We have to kneel before you, O dear Lord!
Holy men preach your words for tolerance
For equality and, for love
Even if sometimes things seem to be falling apart

But we bruise the peace of mind
Through the outlandish false pride
In the name of religion
Sometimes we are at odds
Breaking ourselves into pieces quotidian.

( Rubab Abdullah writes from Ohio, USA)