Jesus' son

You are not going to accept me
in my torn jeans
with my unshaven chin
with my poetry
with my history
with my songs
inspired by mother India's thong

But I tell you the truth
I m Jesus' Son.
Ask yourself
why would i crucify myself
on every top of mountains
leaning against the air?
There is no place for God these days.
Dont you hear the news of Sai Baba's death