I religiously pray.
Not because,
I have seen god,
But because,
I think,
I have touched him,
Through life,
I am living.
Through people,
Who are giving.
Through the reality of the nature,
Through the existence
Of the complex,
Of the creations,
Of the animals,
And the plants being.
Then I see the concrete man has made,
And rest assured,
There is god,
In the brilliance of his brain.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...