It’s not
easy to be your friend
In earlier
births, I had known Durga and others.
Befriending
you was a fairly recent trend
Just after Mohammed’s
tall orders.
They were
all difficult, perhaps.
(I don’t recollect
much from my previous birth)
Sermons,
scriptures, rituals – devotional traps
Vague
promises of heaven on earth.
You, JC,
have made me meek
Unwillingly,
unwisely, uneasily,
I always
turn the other cheek.
Your will
rules in me, see?
Durga would
have inspired me
To dance in
destructive frenzy.
Instead, I
give up lamely
And let evil
feed on victory.
Battered and
bruised, yet bold,
To my humble
hill-top house I return.
And finding
you waiting at its threshold
Into your
comforting arms I run.
JC, your faithful
friendship I withstand
This journey
seems long, please hold my hand.
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