They say he lives in heaven
Heaven, they say, is the place he lives
The heaven, I say, is within me
So I ignore him, as he can’t ignore me.
They say to love and praise him
As it will bring me close to him
I say why should I cry out his name?
He listen to everyone, everyone including me.
Some say he is just an imagination
That he was, still is, just a mad man dream
I say, I sleep at my bed peacefully
While over him they loose their sleep
So why I should heed the words of many?
While they follow the word of few,
I will follow a path I make
Its destination, my own subjective truth..
Linked to dVerse. Paul is hosting with the theme being ghazal. I don’t know if the above poem can be described as one. Feel free to criticise.