Who Am I?
When people call me an atheist,
I just nod my head.
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”
Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.
Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.
To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.
When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it?
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?
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