Thinking about God's existence,
Always at every instance,
That does he really exists,
Or it's a delusion which always persists,
Since childhood, I was told there is a God,
To which I always accepted with a nod,
If he is really so great?
Then how can he see a murder or a rape,
Of the children that everyone says he loves,
Or for him, there is a different definition of a dove,
I'm no skeptic nor atheist,
Neither I consider the god as a beast,
But how can I believe in Geeta, Quran or Bible,
Which shows the god as an idol,
And says he is responsible for every action,
And this is what that doesn't give me satisfaction,
Are all the brutalities are permitted by him?
That is what makes my faith more and more dim,
I'm someone who always felt someone around me,
And As a child, I thought it was he,
Was the feeling of protected and guided by someone is fake,
Is there no lord for my sake?
After thinking so much I still lift my hands and pray,
Before the sun send on earth it's rays,
And I can't tell the much I feel relieved
By having this unconditional belief
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Poem By: Preeti Chandravanshi (@preeti.chandravanshi.560 ) An amazing writer.
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