Hey God

Hey God, thank You for everything, For the hurt, the pain, the endless sting.

For every tear that left my eyes, For all the silence in my cries.

If You exist, then tell me why, You made hearts pure, yet let them die.

Why did You teach me to be kind, In a world that leaves such souls behind?

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They see the face, not what’s inside, They mock the heart where love resides.

You gave me warmth this world won’t see-Why this kindness, if it tortures me?

Hey God, I’m not asking much, Just one answer, one gentle touch.

Tell me please, am I that bad?

To live unloved, yet love so mad?

Written by – – Piyush Bhagat