When Calls The Divine (The Sonnet) | Abhijit Naskar | The Divine Refugee

Catholics say, anglicans ain’t real christians.
Jews say, christians ain’t the chosen people.
Hindus say, even a muslim’s shadow ruins faith.
Muslims say, every non-muslim is an infidel.

Everybody thinks they’re the chosen ones,
and everybody else is living in sin.
Only the brand of the bottle changes,
not the prejudice and bigotry within.

None of us are the chosen people,
We are all just people – period.
We choose what we become or not,
We are the weavers of our world.

I have a strange affinity to divinity,
but not to any kiosk selling capsules.
I’m drawn to the force beyond the fables,
nowhere but in human living holiness brews.