An Atheist's Song

Why does it happen with good people?

When they need you, you never come!

When they are week, have no one with might,

You prefer to remain out of sight;

And they feel lonely and lost,

None must suffer from that sort.

When they become able and strong,

Do not know why they do wrong,

They cheat their loved ones,

Break those hearts;

Feel your power in their hand,

Forget that they are made of clay and sand!

Life is one gamble & love is its game,

For you seems everything just the same.

Be it the walk of sorrow,

Or the charms of prosperity,

Your presence and knowhow

Seems like ultimate parity!

When you were not sure of human existence,

You could have shown life a little patience,

For at least some better or maybe good!

if not the best, for that is understood;

Happy all had been with some creativity,

you would have been a worthy almighty,

However life is pathetic and dull for sure,

With emotional liabilities and diseases to cure!

Still, they ponder and every time they show,

You are present somewhere, they don’t know,

And you take the advantage of their anxiety,

Feeling humanely thy almighty!