I pray to thee oh God,
but sometimes I wonder if you do exist?
Coz I can see O Master,
many unchecked boxes in my wish list.
People say you are magical,
but do you ever plan?
to delete the grievances of your own people,
people who call you Father of heaven.
Some say you wipe the tears,
some say you remove all heartaches,
but what I think O creator of all,
you laugh at your place when our heart breaks.
may I ask thy in the language of people,
Or may I not?
a question in my mind,
just give it a thought.
Why dont you love me?
have I never folded my hands before you?
Or you just dont feel like helping?
aint I true?
Well I dont know,
if you are really up there,
Or as they say if you are in my heart,
Or tell me now you reside where?
and hey,do you love anyone on this earth?
except the ones who practice flattery,
do you hold us ever?
or are we always free?
Free from your care,
from your affection,
when we want you to free us,
from this world’s faction.
I end this here or it will go too long,
but do ponder over what I insist,
Let me be sure my Lord,
that you do exist.