Of this thinking I am alone
Why do people worship a Stone?
To me these feelings always unperturb
Like the thorns in a shrub
All those who think themselves gentle
Usually call me mad and mantle
When God is inside their bone
Then why do people worship a stone?
About God's home and size
When will this fool world realise
These feelings are excruciating
That the world calls me sceptic
When the peope will achieve this feat
To them there will be no one to beat
There is no use of searching in fen
Because God is inside them
firstly I loved it so much and more, and definitly there is a god. yet this is a nice piece of writting, with well expressed thought.thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank u very much for appreciating my work....god is there but in hearts....