My Prayer

Sitting silently just watching,

World is humming,

See them walking to closed brick bubbles. 

Alas!

Birds don’t chirp in churches,

Rivers don’t flow in mosques,

Trees don’t grow in synagogues,

And sun doesn’t shine in temples,

Now, These moving clouds,

Listening to chirping sermons,

Hearing the watchful rocks,

Opening eyes to silky night and twinkling stars,

And then,

Floating with rain drops,

Breathe,

Breathing lively unknown,

Touching apple tree bark in the backyard,

Feeling greenish grass under my barefoot,

Here we are,

Prayer is the pray