Poem - I met an Atheist

I met an atheist,
one who knows,
the God better than,
a pseudo-theist shows.

He wasn't like a pseudo-theist,
who longs for downfall of his foes,
and day by day,
whose wishlist grows,
God is merely a wishtree to ask for riches,
before Him he everyday bows,
but hunger for money and dominance,
from his mind never goes.

Whereas in the atheist's blood,
goodness like a river flows,
understands the meaning of humanity,
though near any temple, he never slows,
without knowing its origin and destination,
poem of kindness in his mind echoes,
there are no words in his prayer,
but a flame of divinity in his heart glows.

                                            - N K Sran


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