It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.
Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.
Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
It was raining very torridly that day,
The cold was so frigid here in Karnal.
A pregnant lady was rushed to the hospital,
The Antichrist was born that evening.
Sceptic of old traditions the boy grew,
Not feeling the justification of religion.
Though I know about the good things in books,
But still I am that irreligious man now.
Always approving of the creator God,
That almighty remains unquestionable.
Not He Himself had dictated things to anybody,
I denounce the need for money in faith.
I dispute not His logical existence because something or someone intelligent must have caused the Big Bang to ever happen and life to have ever evolved, but it's the malpractices people blindly follow in worshipping Bhagwan/God/Allah for the sake of their social image and even **** & convert alternatively for the apparent self-righteous Jihad or Crusade which I despise.
Commercialization of religion on such a large scale has left God exploited on the broader real spectrum.
My HP Poem #787
©Atul Kaushal
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