If my destiny is already chosen....
Then why do I need to make it MINE?
If I was to live like this
Then why did I have to redefine
The meaning of death
And this drastic lose of faith...?
Gods are getting scarce.......
Worshipping affinity we are
Distortion's the order of the day
Mistrust is here only to stay
Stitching together
The images of fear
Destiny replacing 'curse'.....
Gods... they ARE getting scarce.......
God never gets scarce..its our perception which makes us close r inner eyes..n then v blame that there is no GOD.... have faith... he is everywhere..its just r need to feel it... just like wind... who has seen the wind neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their head the wind is passing by..... :)
God is Omniscient, Omnipotent and Omnipresent! Never goes scarce!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we human beiings get scarce and curse. God is impartial to one and all... depends on whether we go near to Him or go far