I wish to be borne again
Suffer all agony and pain
But want to miss no rain
That may pour from sky very often
When my lord suffered so much in world
I would love to be often in same fold
Get chance to pray and pass through same ordeal
As he had passed for all of us with raw deal
Was it not endless crusade?
When he witness everything s trade
No one seemed to be happy
There was chaos all around and misery
What would have been the condition?
When there was uncertainty and confusion
Was he not tortured for speaking truth?
Almost crowned with thorns and hanged to death
This is only place where I can remember
Create passion at heart and hear
Love for deprived and down trodden
Who were treated like slaves even?
Oh! And those crucified moments?
I can worship for those and resent
“God forgive those uncared for and ignorant”
For they do not know what to do at present
Life may not the same but worse
People may offer cruelty and curse
Yet I feel to be part of divine land
Where peace can be for all foes and friends
Even thought it can be termed as only wish
As we are not destined to think and finish
Yet I see it as favorable and nice proposition
If this can be considered even as superstition