I heard a speech in religious congregation

It was widely read out in relation

With worldly happenings and people around

The speech was tremendous and seemed very sound

As all religious leaders try to prove something good

To preach and get satisfaction out of it and consider as food

What do they have with them except to part with good words?

Spread the message with love of almighty or lords

They have found refuge under roof of holy homes

Where no one is shunted out but always welcomed

Nice treatment with all help for possible mental peace

Nice words, healing touch and free from any satire or tease

But we live in live world surrounded by sheer lies

All sorts of rumors, propaganda and false promises

Dependence on such persons whose words are hollow

We know about it but still compelled to follow

If not, then there is cruel world to face

Left behind in sands even though considered as mad race

For paltry sum or gain of no significance

Daily quarrels, altercations and pursuit of insignificance

We live in world that is built on promises

Constructed by liars with full of flaws and misses

I love listening to such gimmicks despite knowing the reality

To hide the emotions and inside rage is called very good quality

Well, no one can claim aloofness

It may be called dirty ground reality and dirty surface

Yet we have to live with it by making permanent base

Run after it, grab it and survive after making frantic chase

No one has succeeded in escaping from its dragnet

The ground has been made slippery and wet

There are every chance of slipping

Cry over bad fate and weeping

It may remain so for centuries to come

We may feel as if imprisoned in drum

Where our voice can’t be heard by outside world

As they have become used to and developed cold