If there is no God,
Then,
Who listens to my tears in the deep recesses of night?
If there is no God,
Then,
Whom does my heart hug in the moments of joy?
If there is no God,
Then,
In whose arms do I cuddle up to sleep after those long runs of life?
If there is no God,
Then,
Who gathered the scattered me to create me- old but new?
Then,
Who listens to my tears in the deep recesses of night?
If there is no God,
Then,
Whom does my heart hug in the moments of joy?
If there is no God,
Then,
In whose arms do I cuddle up to sleep after those long runs of life?
If there is no God,
Then,
Who gathered the scattered me to create me- old but new?
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