The Question I Ask Each And Every Time Poem by Dr Shamim ali

In my bed daily at night, before going to sleep, I think
The day you'll come and forgive me seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you affectionate presence all the time
Blinking my eye's checking if my dream comes true.
It doesn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
Hiding my face, weeping silently my pillow I hold.
Many restless days& nights I've prayed for your warm presence
God has decided not to touch my soul from heaven above
He does not even answer my prayers
I have felt myself very wretched, God did not listen to me
Why does not he listen to me
This question I ask each and every night.