Faith in God

An Atheist was I or not;

But sure that I had never seen him
For people told me that he was here, there and everywhere;
And he always looked upon us with his wide open eyes.

Those days I knew a few that were right or wrong
The rest was still for me to learn.
The right and wrong were not my own,
But it was just the way that I was told.

I knew one thing was certain
To thy self I needed to be true;
For the feeling that is good or bad in you.

That one day was not like any other day,
For I still remember it like yesterday.
I was a happy naughty kid of seven,
Still wondering about the difference between earth and heaven.

I was ready to go to school early that day,
Had my breakfast and was set to pack my bag right.
All was okay, but finding my almanac became a fight.

I searched here and there,
Ran my thoughts to trace back in time,
Wondered for where it had vanished without a trace;
Even my mother could see all the gloom in my face.

Went to school with my mind trying to search it from earth to sky,
At the prayer hall at school that day
I prayed to god like I never did till that day,
And looked up to the sky to search for that wide open eye,

I felt pain and could not stop my eyes from getting wet,
I begged for forgiveness
For all that I knew was wrong,
And also those for which I knew not.

In my prayer I said to god,
I will do well every time in my life,
And not suffer from within for doing any sin;
To smile at life as the way it comes to me
And enjoy it till the time it is with me.

Then I thought of the cupboard in my room
And in it the second shelf to the right
Just below few of my books I could see
The little green almanac of me.

All the day at school I prayed to god,
Never uttered to my friends about this a word,
I went back home at dusk that day,
Still had the gloomy face to my mother's dismay.

I pulled my laces of my shoe,
And tided myself from head to toe.
I walked to the cupboard in my room,
Hoping my prayers to come true.

I opened the door and looked for it right,
Couldn't believe my eyes as they lit bright.
There it was in the corner, my little green almanac
The book that had a few pages of my prayer.