Just wanted to publish this poem..

Ok... its a poem I wrote long back .. when I was in the 9th Class I think...

WHAT IS GOD........ An Introspection...

Why is our life confined to birth and death?
When we were to die, why were we born?
And mix in such epic proportion of bonds
with those who we love; to leave them to mourn
when we pass away; or get shredded and torn,
to see them fade away into the past, casting away
such gloomy spells of our life that however hard we try,
ebbing them away makes us strong but rather cry,
and seek for breath in the prolonged stifling wound,
and seek for breath in the prolonged stifling wound...


Does God not seem to realize, if He were so wise,
to be able to understand us, get us rid of our demise,
Is it something to do with our previous birth, our past,
the mistakes of our youth- do they still last...
engraved as our sins, threatening us, choking us ?
But isnt God forgiving? Isn't He always right?
Then why did he create us ? - rummage this earth,
steal from it, devour it, and................ ignite,
its woods, its animals, its birds and its soul and life
leaving it to burn; turning a deaf ear to its plight!

Hasn't He then committed a sin; it makes me sit up and think,
if He is actually anything more than a mortal;
and then suddenly, it all rushes into me,
travelling from one end to the other as if He,
has tried and succeeded in communicating with me,
And with this I continue to introspect and think -
If God has ever been more than a symbol of protection,
a figure of paramount hope, the gift of perspiration,
a key to all answers, but a puzzle in Himself,
a reason................. for all reasons.

Kartiek Agarwal (Yeah... and thats me)