Something is misunderstood

I was studying for my examination that day

Waking early in the morning from the normal time

Like usual the rays had fallen and warm has come,

Onto the head of every living and other creatures

It was Friday, a good Friday of course holy Friday.

The day was peace, more than the words I describe

 Without much human disturbance to the nature

Without noise, without sound only with the creeping

From the dancing birds of swirling sky

Suddenly everything stopped in between

When the loud sound broke from nowhere

From the box, sound of war alike and

A sound of flaming debate I felt, that was so rude.

I didn’t understand the meaning even I tried

But the accent I heard was so rude

I was listener-of course, by no other means.

The sound later I knew it was- It was a prayer to the god

For the mystery and its faith of people on it

The prayer for the god, who loves us,

The prayer for the goddess who care us

And the prayer for the god and goddess who punishes us-

By the sound of the prayer, when smooth was absent

It chase away the creeping birds of my sky

By the noise of prayer for me-

It disturbed the concentration of my half learning

“What if god forgives us? – “I wanted to get pass”.

Make the prayer and accept the prayer

That prays from inside with devotion.”

No- we are wrong-wrong for the faith.

God is within us, not seen but understand

We are wrong-praying for mystery- mystery

Deserve mystery so- unseen is equal to unheard.

That is god unseen and- that is prayer unheard.

That prayer I heard was not a prayer for I consider

But the pollution I heard to the one who heard

And the disturbance for the children-student

Of course irritating for the passer-by

Nevertheless time-pass to the one who prayed.

I thought the prayers I heard was-

Something is misunderstood by human.