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Feb 2014
Hatred, runs in my veins,
right here in the chest it pains,
Never was loved too much to feel,
Never did I ever heal.
The scars remain as it is,
as the sky falls down, its a miss,
I am hurt, but you never let me die,
to not believe in you, is my try.
Never saw you in a loving way,
nailed you to death, how could they?
Still you seem to be so alive,
saving me and all of them, at least tell me whats your name ?
Power to hold the universe,
to the good you bless to the bad you curse,
why is it , that they love to pray,
won't do a good deed but expect a good day.
Why is it, that you have ultimate fame?
everyone gives you a different name.
You save some, let a million die,
Why don't you appear up front, aren't you too shy?
What is it that gives them peace to pray,
who are you, and what do you want to save?
don't you see murders and terrorists all around!
The lord, why do you let the bad invade ?
Why is it, that half of the world doesn't believe,
or is it true, that you aren't there !
Its your creation, man and this earth,
why won't a glimpse you'd share?
Almighty, i am not sure of what to think,
to believe or to not, what more life could bring?
more than flowers and birds and all the beautiful things,
and the farmers daughter in the farm who'd sing..
differents cultures religions and all the people you made,
it's beautiful but aren't you afraid ?
what if, if one day it'll all just fade?
will you help us, come down and give us shade ?
I don't believe in you, I'm scared if my trust must be broken,
only a miracle can show them, their minds it'll awaken.
be sure, sweet lord, my word is true,
there is something you need to prove!
Written by
Ridhima Chatterjee
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