hands clasped, eyes closed,
heads bowed in respect
everyone stood there
chanting a prayer within;

watching them from a distance
i could not comprehend the
need for such intricate
and passionate devotion;

stood there myself,
a long long time ago
unable to think of anything and
perplexed on what am i supposed to do?

i once stood there,
eyes closed, hands clasped
trying hard to understand
what the fuss was about;

watching the rituals and
the strange and bizzare acts of faith
pushed me into a corner
and forced me to question it all;

twelve years have passed,
countless theories and barrage of opinions
with more questions and very few answers
maybe it is safe to say god is an enigma!

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enigma – something that baffles understanding and cannot be explained;
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absolutely no intention to mock/question any individual’s faith or religion. just a personal view, that’s all.
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inspiration:- Faithless – God is a DJ, Enigma – Seven lives, many faces and also the 12th year since i became a agnostic.

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