Let it be Handmade
Or a mind made Idol,
I am a worshipper,
And I need an Idol…
To hang up the loads…..
Which I can’t bear….
To not to start the journey,
Which I fear……
I go on changing,
So the Idol does….
There is only journey,
There is only fuss…..
I have created this god,
Because I can’t face myself
And now I am slave of Him,
So, now no blame on my Self
If I throw this Idol,
Who will take my sin on his head?
With whom I will console myself?
When I am on death bed?
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