
Confined in a tiny place,
Separated from the society.
One questions of a belief,
A tradition of an ancestor.
Forced into the darkness,
Purity of one at challenge.
One questions of a thought,
The divinity of a child birth.
Bounded from the lights,
The warm rays of the sun.
One questions of humanity,
The cruelty to a newborn.
In the time of most need,
Thrown aside as a dirty rag.
One questions of existence,
The existence of a God.

2 comments:
"One Questions" - Although the title is kinda mysterious, it's a beautiful creation. Each stanza has its own taste. :-)
Nice poem. I too have been questioning the existence of God since a long time ago. So far no luck in finding an answer tho:)
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