God’s Religion


He hath the religion,

Man doeth follow him,

Brain of an atheist factory.

Chase the life before it ends here

Mist in the air condensed to droplets,

Scattered drops of water on the leaves,

The streams on the rocks,

Formed the path to the falls,

Lead a flow of life,

Rivers on the veins of the earth,

Towards the ocean,

Does it matter where she born?

She wants to hand with him,

Unravelled  coalescence of love,

The nature taught us for years,

Chase the life before it ends here.