Name my religion


Breaking the gloomy night,
I feel my religion at dawn.
I find my religion in my conscience
when my countrymen scream
in the pain of hunger.

I pass out many temples made of gold
But see beggars busy for a piece of bread.

From priest to the Verger with their proud
chanting, I discover my religion.

I often visit to the unmatched competition
performed by the beggars at the door of God.

Parthajit Borah