God is a simple three lettered expression , Encompassing within its imaginary hallowed animation , The hopes , beliefs and

prayers of billions . Who ride their various faiths as pillions , As if they were being handed out bullion , To follow their creed without deviation. . I was born an atheist , But taught to be a theist. Something which was contrary to my nature, And which didn't resonate with my inner creature. Call it blasphemy, But to me it seemed to be stupidity, To paint a doll a certain way and worship it, And to lordship over a lesser kin of it . Then there was the question of granting Miracles , to the mortals who on this earth are living. If God chose one over the another wasn't he biased ? Or did he leave all that questioning to a simple roll of dice The simple quotation , "Lord helps those who help themselves " Sent me deeper into the sea of doubt that was arising within myself . For it meant that if I had already helped myself, Then what was there left for God to do himself . Questions like these kept popping in And one day finally broke my faith's And broke loose my inner creature And adopted his true nature. So, though they tried to teach me to I am again who I was when I was born my little head, thread be a theist. . An atheist .