The Idol Worshiper

Let it be Handmade

Or a mind made Idol,

I am a worshipper,

And I need an Idol…

To hang up the loads…..

Which I can’t bear….

To not to start the journey,

Which I fear……

I go on changing,

So the Idol does….

There is only journey,

There is only fuss…..

I have created this god,

Because I can’t face myself

And now I am slave of Him,

So, now no blame on my Self

If I throw this Idol,

Who will take my sin on his head?

With whom I will console myself?

When I am on death bed?