By Astitva Tripathi
In the dead of night, where shadows creep,
My mind is plagued by some questions deep.
Is there a God up in the sky?
Or is it all just a humongous lie?
I was raised to believe, to have no doubt,
That God is real, there is no doubt.
But now I question, I ponder, I doubt,
Is it all true or is there more to figure out?
The priests and preachers say to have no fear,
That God is loving, his presence is always near.
But when I look at the pain and suffering in this world,
I wonder if God's love has been unfurled.
The innocent suffer, the wicked prevail,
Where is God's justice, does it ever avail?
I feel like a heretic, a blasphemer at heart,
For daring to question, for wanting to depart.
From the faith I was taught, the beliefs I held dear,
I'm lost in a wilderness, filled with doubt and fear.
Is it a sin to question, to want proof and more?
Or is blind faith what God truly has in store?
I battle these thoughts, these blasphemous ideas,
Hoping for clarity, for the fog to clear.
But for now I'm left in this state of confusion,
Wondering if God is real or just an illusion.
By Astitva Tripathi
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