Soul Verse

God of Passion

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Well, I started this poem with a serious mind. But that was months before. Now the poem terminates with a strange (funny) ending. Hope you like it.

And since this poem talks about philosophy on God, I feel a need to include a note. Should someone find these thoughts offensive ( though I wonder why would anyone ) I ask you not to dwell on this poem any longer. Relax, I don't talk offensive about God. How can I, for God's sake XD

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The first thing I do after taking a bath

Is visiting the shrine for half an hour.

I ask god to show me my life's path

And thankfully I offer him a flower.
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Once, on my way back from church,

I wondered about God's personality.

Why is he respected so much

By every man of every nationality?
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When I returned, I asked my mother,

"Who really is this person God?

Why does the evil by his name shudder?

And why can't he answer me, is he abroad?"
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"Who is God?", she smiled and said,

"Is perhaps the most difficult question ever.

Thinking of which millions of men will wade

And except a few no one will know him ever."
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A child's mind being vacillating,

I somehow stopped my relentless wondering.

But now I'm grown up and my life's oscillating

And again has started the ceaseless pondering.
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Grown a literate, books was what I turned to.

To learn about Him, His friends as well as the Devil, His only fend.

Thus becoming a devotee, a million things I'd to do.

Visiting the temples, learning the verses...my tasks knew no end.
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But all those efforts began to feel like vain.

When adversities fell on me like never ending rain.

It was then to God I started to bargain.

My devotion for my life's reign.
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"It doesn't work like that." A stranger said.

You are a maker of your own life.

Ride those horses of fate, don't be afraid.

Should anyone come in your way, don't fear from strife."
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