Climbing up the wrong tree of religion
Yet, rooted in the same soil of humanity!
The man on the other branch, is he not your brother?
Fixated on the colored fruits, hanging in your own branch
Intoxicated on the pompous drink, of self-righteousness
Blinded to reason; but driven by heartless passion
Is that why, you cannot really see!
It’s the same old bark, and the same holy tree
Brothers of the same seeds
Forever in arms, if we really choose to be!
Clinging to the colour, of some illusionary fruit
And fighting over the fragrance of their blessed flowers
If all your life is lost, in the pointless rituals of one mighty tree
Tell me dear brother
Can the mind really be free?
