'you're so religious...'

'How can you still
have faith on Him?
you're so religious...'
She sighed
and also laid down facts
of life which schooled her
all through not to be religious so...
'I have been brought up in such
an environment...
I couldn't help
being...
An Atheist...
That I have been...'
she added...stating another fact
as if she held grudge
against the world
for being so indifferent to her...
her woes...her bloody past...
her singularity...

'But I am not a religious man!'
He exclaimed...
' I am mohameddan...
and a Christian too...
then sometimes I am a perfect Jew...
sometimes I can be a Buddhist
when I come across a bodhi tree...'
He tried to clarify...

But by then
the new sun had risen
and he was peeping through
the blanket of cloud
over the mound...
almost piercing into
every possible things transparent...
the sun...
he had his golden arrows lent
upon every possible and impossible things...
and a v shaped array of birds
just flew
-migratory...

and he looked at the scene
a calm descending on his outer skin
and he felt through those pores
the calm went deep indoors
of his veins...blood vessels...
his heart...his lungs...
his brain...the nerves...
the chord that reaches orders...

'I will...
have faith upon Him...
forever...'

He muttered...
and fell silent...
absolute.

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