Identity Crisis Poem by Vinaya Joseph

Who am I?
I mull over my identity…
And I ponder
Each one of us in this society,
Belongs to a ‘religion'…
To a set or a group,
And each set of people
Have their ‘rules of conduct'
Have own customs, laws and legislations,
I feel I am a misfit,
As I don't belong to any of these groups,
Though I was born to a Christian family,
When I was baptized,
I did not even know what baptism means?
Yet I got the tag of being a ‘Christian'
Weird, weird world

Who is right? Who is wrong?
What is true? What is false?
Who defines it?
Human beings after all! ! !
Here each set of people,
Have a name for their God,
Some say Jesus,
Some say Allah,
Some say Ram,
Some say Laxmi,
Some say Ganapathi,
Some say Krishna,
Some say Kali,
And the list goes on,
It is hard to assign an image of God,
Comes in all shapes, sizes & forms,
In all genders,
Be it male or female,
With fascinating fables,
Surrounding God,
Aren't all these characters
Who people worship
Created by man?
Weird, weird world

We have built churches, mosques, temples, synagogues
And other places of worship,
As our God's abode…
But have we ever thought,
God created this whole universe,
The creator need not dwell
In these concrete man-made edifices,
He is there within you and me,
Why search for him in these structures,
Weird, weird world

Religion divides humanity,
Into chunks,
Adds to the anarchy,
Creates boundaries and conflicts
Among humans
That only love can conquer,
So many lives have been lost,
In this struggle for supremacy,
Across centuries,
Yet humans fail to understand…
Weird, weird world…

Wish if things could change,
And people could realize the worth of life…