I have a question, Sir?

I have a question, Sir?

or maybe a billion to ask,

Is it an existential crisis,

or rising inflation graph?

Are blinded folks, raped by faith,

or faith is raped by blinded trust?

Does power lust after babaji’s chola,

or babas seduce the powerwallahs?


I have a question, Sir?

or I may have a billion.

Does peace love solitude,

or coexists with multitudes?

If self-attainment is an inner sanctum,

isn’t religion, an overhyped fulcrum?

Amidst chaos & cacophony

of ideological diktat, how, why,

for what, the faith remains, intact?



I have a question, Sir?

or maybe a billion, all are

unanswered, floating in one

universe, searching for the right

match. or for an unmatched parallel

universe, that may exist in another

milky way, where answers come

first, and questions may remain

floating, in a parallel universe.

PS : At the juxtaposition of our hands,

between my raised finger and his open palm,

there is a path to a sagar manthan,

to liberation and redemption,

Parting the ebb and flow of high tides,

churning the seas and climbing the roaring skies.


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This poem is the post no. 8 in the Blogchatter Alexa challenge.

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11 thoughts on “I have a question, Sir?

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    1. Thank you, Anupriya. The hunger for power in work sphere or politics or in society has always been beyond my understanding. Why do we need to put another human being on a pedestal and give them the power to alter our thought process or the way we live.


  1. Wow! Blown by your words, my favourite ones being –
    Are blinded folks, raped by faith,
    or faith is raped by blinded trust?
    Do keep writing more such poetry. Really good!

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  2. You seem to be asking such diabolical questions – I loved reading this and it made me feel good about the world as I could relate to all the fears and questions here!!
    Loved these lines – Are blinded folks, raped by trust……. Punched me right in the gut with that!!

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