The Alien Faiths Comments

For the ages past we our stories Cherished unlike their Gods, They said, loathe the stories And our ever-caring, loyal Gods. Now two choices before us are Each projecting the vague Heaven, There above, very, very far, Better, they say, than our father's Haven. Like a leaf on the sea we float, Rowing on a tempted boat Like the Turks we slowly sink In-between the heavenly links. We stumble, rumble for a choice, Envying and eyeing the alternative Because there's none not evasive, So, the two and we become toys. A rare poem of a new taste.. Loved the metaphors and the style adopted. Full mark's for it. Thanks for sharing the poem. Subhas