It is easy to imagine
That one can build a world without
Temples
In which one worships
At the feet of deities
Who demand many sacrifices
But can that world have enough space
For the emerging wings
Of a pink bird
That has learned to fly
In a sky I had painted that night
When all the stars
Had fallen on ground
One has stuck
With me
And I can’t let that go away
Even if it hurts
May be because
It hurts