Prayers

by Guruguhan Iyer

In between his folded hands, 
he felt His presence.

In between his forehead and the part of Earth that it touched, 
he felt His presence.

In between his thumb and index finger that moved the prayer beads, 
he felt His presence.

In between his lips that whispered the holy hymns,
he felt His presence.

But He wasn’t there.
Nowhere close to any of them.
For they disgusted Him 
When they despised the other Him.

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