Poetry

My Lord, my friends, family and acquaintances
are not bad but they are only people
and even our best deeds and conversations
and sometimes our desires and wishes
 
brings separation with You
 
as if a kind of darkness hides in every human being
and sometimes it feels as if I do not really fit in
when people want to do things that they do know are wrong
but probably it had been like this when You did dwell upon the earth
 
and now I ask You to help me to stay constantly true.