Cold To Convince

Through the cold waves as my mind 

lingers,

Berated by the indolent beliefs as I am trying to figure,

My eyes in tears, my lips so dry

Walking through the glimpse of noxious beliefs, it feels like to cry.

Our deeds decide our present, 

Our toiling heads garnish our future, 

So how can a daily routine be a resent,

For the people lying in a superstitious couture?

As I see the pyre of these notions,

Burning my freedom down, 

For all those acts never done with an intention,

Wincing my facial muscles with a frown.

I feel the clutches of the society, 

Everyone trying to stupefy their own deity,

So cold, are these beliefs

Hard to convince as they lie bound to the age-old orthodox realms.