Theism

The door closed, right before my eyes

A few steps more and I would've reached

What lay behind, I never knew

Another chance to make it right?

or the same story in a new tone?

"When a door closes a hundred others open

God has saved something better

For maybe you deserve better" he says

God? I ask between laughs

Which one among them? I ask

The Christian one who bore the cross?

Who drew onto himself the pains of the world?

At the waiting room of the cancer ward

my mother waited ; rolling the rosary

between her fingers.

Spotting a beard I thought it was him

But no one came, to stop her,

before her last journey began.

Or the Muslim one?

The one they pray to, looking westward

My father had his knees on the ground

and his forehead touched the sand

where the shadow of the dome fell

as the bomb roared.

His prayers drowned along with his soul

among the heart wrenching cries of the kin.

Or now, the Hindu one?

Draped in red and sword in hand?

My brother breached all old laws.

He ate the flesh of their animal god.

Common in the world, they never cared

The sword tasted blood that night

though it was not wielded by the god herself

The day I became an Orphan.

By GOD's graceful teachings

And his followers' polite obedience

From there on, I took control

Refusing to hand over the steering wheel

to a driver who wasn't even there.

Mistakes I made, wrong turns I took.

But never again did I blindfold myself

I searched for Orphans like me

Blood sprayed on their face, on 'His' behalf.