Prayers hang in askance,
Nebulous as incense clouds.
Dangle as clapper bells
of sleeting silent tears.
Implore, guised as flowers
snuggled at Your frame.
Giant oil lamps flicker
in skeptic amusement.
Will You? Won’t You?
Yeah.
What makes You pick
Your ayes and nays?
What makes you tick unfazed
as million muzzles
thrust Your temples?
Unflinched, unsmothered
by the begging cartel?
Who cares?
For You know Self-preservation.
Hence:
Live and let Live.
Listen to my prayers!
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